Aftermath
I always forget the sideaffects.
Having to wear long sleeves.
Keeping the cuts covered.
Hopeing no one will find out.
Looking at the crimson lines,
thinking of the pain,
that it was suppose to rid me of.
I still have the pain.
The temporary relief is gone.
Why can't i stop.
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gandee624posted on 03/29/2007
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whatever your going through isnt going to be helped by cutting....trust me I KNOW
whatever your going through will be over soon and wont last forever, those problems wont even last as long as the scars will
and when those problems are gone the scars will still be there, and all those memories will come back full force
please, its not worth it.
i dont know you of course
but i care aobut everyone, and i dont like to know that children are self mutilating themselves
by the way, its a very nice poem <33