Incomplete. - Poem by anonymous. thanks.
hopeless little girl,
with your arms all scarred up.
you let the razor sing you to sleep,
watch it sink in,
and cut you so deep.
let your blood trickle out
and leave you no doubt.
you are addicted to this pain.
watching your ivory skin stain.
with every whisper and scream,
you become slowly more attached.
is it really worth it?
to watch your mother cry,
afraid you'll cut too deep and die?
to watch your sister worry
because she feels like she should have done something more?
watch your friends worry too,
because they're concerned for you?
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