Hello, I'm Kaffwin. For me, my poems are the secret little notes that I WANT to give my friends, but just can't. Most of my friends cut, so that's a topic I happen to write a lot about. If I feel deeply about something, it comes out better.
(note: I do not self-injure.)
Distract me from myself
I'm afraid of what I'll do.
I need a quick escape.
Like the one you have for you.
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Crying let's loose all the pain
Tears leave no scars
No one needs to know
why should blood be spilled?
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These scars you inflict on your own skin.
They cut my soul close, like no razor can
They tear me to bits, 'til there's not much left.
How can you hurt yourself?
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The music blares
From her dark room
Where she hide her secrets
So no one knows
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I invite you, my friend
To come along with me
I see your scars.
You can't hide this anymore.
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