Sunday 25 September 2011

Stop it.

Every word, another scar. Some people say I cut for attention, attention is the last thing I want. I tell them I've got my reasons, but what they don't know is, they are the reason I cut. I walk the halls and people talk, their harsh words cut in deep. Can't they see what they are doing? Every word they say is another scar on my wrist.

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