Upset? Undiscoverd

I feel the pain of sad people
as i touch my scars remebering the blade
I worry about if I would do it again
when I think of hurting myself I start to cry
I really understand I have to stop
I keep telling myself I wont start again
do you dream of happyness?
Well I do

by Christina Acosta

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