It doesn't hurt
It never has,
Can't feel a thing
I should be glad.
Only a small one
Or two, or three
Covered in blood now
No one knows me
Hiding The evidence
Destroying myself
People don't know
Can't tell, can't help
Addicted to bleeding
The numbness inside
Can't run, can't jump
I smile
I'm fine.
A good start with a nice poem, Deep. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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Your poem, this poem. I find to be very sad perhaps another may say, but there is a beauty in it, and you. Not hollow words of inspiration, just fact. The fact that I believe so. Thank you for sharing such depth.