She walks through the halls, I take note of it all.
She hears the names being called, She notices the lies being told.
She feels the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.
Someone lies about her and everyone else believes.
She sits in the corner, the last desk of the row.
Like a black and white picture fading away very slow.
The point, the stare, their laughter fills the air.
No sleeves to hide what she had done, only a painted veil.
She remembers that night, the night they all laugh about.
If only they were there, If only they all knew,
What this game could do to you.
The screams were loud, the door was locked, the bruise was bold.
The steel was cold, her skin was warm,
The room was dark, her tears were not shown.
She fell to her knees & looked to the sky,
She tried but couldn’t even cry.
She cuts too deep, but she didn’t care,
Anything to not be here.
She felt like air, She fell to the ground,
And then She couldn’t hear a sound……Ever.
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Subdued Flamboyance 
Excellent words…. As someone who cut very often as a teen and several times as an adult, this hits home in ways. Thank you for this.
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Good to know that you could connect to the poem.
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I think a lot of people probably can in one way or another if they’ve ever cut or been close to someone who does or has.
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I don’t support self-harm at all but sometimes I feel those who cut are so emotionally depressed that they are bound to. They need love. They need someone to care.
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I think you’re right on with that. 😉
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Terribly sad…
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Well, I am not much into dark poetry but I wanted the readers to know about stories of those who self-harm.
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I am all too familiar with this kind of story, and feel sad for those around me who struggle with this.
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Indeed its a common story nowadays. The teenagers who commit such acts are brave but for how long they can stay without love or support. Each one of us require that.
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Reblogged this on Progressive Rubber Boots and commented:
Though I have never resorted to self-harm in a physicsl way, the punishment I do to myself mentally is harmful as well.
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Most of us suffer from some kind of bitter emotions but we have to gain courage to overcome the negativity.
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Very true. The first step is accepting you are worth being yourself. I commend you for your poem. Thank you.
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Thank you too!
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This poem was very powerful to me because I used to be this girl at a younger age. Thank you for putting into words and sharing!
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When readers like you are able to identify their own self in my poems, I find it highly find it a small accomplishment as a poet. Thank you very much!
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hauntingly intriguing, I love this.
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Thank you for the feedback!
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powerful, so true about so many people!
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Glad you found it a realistic poem.
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This is so excellent and true
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Thank you!
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These days we get mixed messages. They tell you to be proactive and to tell them what you feel. If you do, you get committed and if you don’t……
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True that.
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Such a powerful poem you have written. It is truthful to many those out there.
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Thank you for a such a wonderful feedback.
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This is truly a topic many people choose to not speak about, and yet you’ve given it a beautiful voice. I recently read a book I recommend called “Sharp.” It’s a memoir written by a male cutter, which is actually kind of rare. We mostly hear about girls cutting. For me, escape came through thirty-seven years of drugs and alcohol. I am at last comfortable with who I am, and no longer feel the need to anesthetize myself. I am free. Life is good.
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Good to hear from you & I am happy by the fact that you consider yourself finally free. Also, I will try to read the book you suggested. Thank you!
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So true wow…..I love your writing style, very well written
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Thank you very much!
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This is haunting, more so because it’s very real and happens a lot.
Great writing 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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Bruises heal but scars don’t !
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Well said!
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its sad that we have less people who understand and so many more who only judge.
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