lynley martin Poems

The more you talk the farther it goes
The blade slips and she goes out of control
She needs an escape from all the pain; shes like a bird trapped in a cage
Those words hurt her in many different ways
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My self-harm isn't for attention its for tention
I do it to ease my pain and forget about the past
I don't do it for fun; trust me I wish I didn't
Words hurt and so does my past
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Mom, Where are you?
Why arnt you here?
You told me youll always be here?
Where are you now?
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