Why Do You Do It?

Poem By Eliana Cordova

'Why do you do it.'They'll ask.
'I dont know'I would say.
Maybe thats the reason.
Because Im confused.
Because Im not sure what to do with myself.
Because everyone I know dissapears.
But the scars wont.They'll forever be with me.
Sometimes you can hardly see them.
But they'll still be there.
They wont desert me....

'But doesnt it hurt.'They'll ask.
'Yes' I'll answer.
Thats what I want.
I want it to hurt so I know I can feel.
I want it to hurt just as I hurt inside.

'But why do you do it.'They'll ask.
'I will show you why'I would say.
And with one motion I would do it.
The scarlet red liquid falling on the floor.
'This is why' I'll say.

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