theres alot of vilence as i sit and suffer in scilence one cut leads to many more soon my skin becomes torn i sit and watch the blood drip as i put my hand to my lip just to mkae sure i dont scream wonderin if its all just a dream but i realize its not as the battle insides fought the pain is so real as sad as i feel i wish my heart would just heal but it wont just to many dang times its been broke so the consequences is this and that is the cut of my wrist.

by cheyenne brown

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