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I cut my ankle
On a wire
Poking out of
My mattress.
The blood trickled down
My foot.

And, it made me miss
The blood
I created on purpose
Even more.

Hannah Diane Williams

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: blood,depression,self harm

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I know this poem is sad and yes, it does reflect a desire to self harm. But again, I haven't done that in a long time. However, that doesn't mean the temptation isn't there anymore. I've just grown stronger and am able to resist the temptation.
Please, reach out to someone if you have the urge to self-harm or are suicidal, or are struggling. You're not alone. Always remember that.

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Naila Rais 21 April 2018

Thanx so much for such a motivational poetry and message.... But I harm myself not just for scars.... Even to death for eternal sleep.... The world is just full of evil acts.... Am I worthy of it? ....10 Naila

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Hannah Williams 22 April 2018

thanks. i'm glad you enjoy it :)

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