My Self-Harm Isn't For Attention! Poem by lynley martin

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
The things you say can harm others in many different ways
They could cut, starve, cry themselves to sleep
There are many ways besides cutting deep
The first time i did it, i didnt know what to think
I was just a child who needed releif
From all the fights and drama in my life that was brought upon me
Now i wear hoodies or long-sleeves to cover the scars that once bleed
People ask to ¨see my wrists' but what gives them the right to tresspass there wish
Is my wrist a gallary for a paintbrush to scracth upon?
Are my thighs a scream for help?
Are all my crys worth nothing?
What did i do all this for?
For the satifaction?
Or keeping me from killing my self?