I cut my wrists to watch them bleed
blood trickles down my arm slowly
i'm not suicidal or an attention seeker
i don't even feel the pain anymore
i cut my wrist to see if i'm still alive
i feel like i'm living a nightmare
praying to God that i will wake up and this all was just a dream
reality kicks in this is not a dream
my smile has gone away
feeling defeated
my blood flowing down my arm lets me know i'm still alive

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my poetry comes from my heart its my feelings and my past struggles