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www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/wrist-cutter

I slit my wrist to erase the pain, you look at me, and think I'm insane, my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears, and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.

www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/this-is-a-poem-about-cutting-wrists

This is a poem of a girl that cut herself. This is ... Poem About Cutting Wrists ... Subscribe by Email for your weekly dose of Loving, Healing and Touching poetry!

www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-slit-my-wrist

Mar 5, 2006 ... I slit my wrist and watch the blood drip down as it carry's away the pain. And as I fall to the ground. I think about the pain that's being drained

hellopoetry.com/words/611/cut/poems

Cut poetry: ... I layed my head upon your knees and breathed the air you breathed. I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed. Now as I walk this ...

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"Cut Yourself" is a horribly beautiful poem about depression. ... that I really am here for you an I really honestly know what your going thru. ... But she missed the bruises covered by the scrunchie on my wrist and the cuts on my lower torso.

hellopoetry.com/words/21041/wrists/poems

slit my wrists. & Slip-slither-slide down da sell-out stripper pole. Sometimes you gotta dance for big-wallet, business-men or women. Desperate times. Call for

www.ibuzzle.com/articles/self-harm-poems

A poem about self harm and its effects. ... I like to write poems about cutting because when people ask me why i cut it is just so hard to ... I slowly slit my wrists .

tawniwaters.wordpress.com/2015/12/03/poems-to-slit-your-wrists-by

Dec 3, 2015 ... I've been pretty honest here (and in other areas of my life) about my battle with depression and anxiety disorder. I'm honest not because I want ...

www.loverofdarkness.net/poems/tag/cutting

Dark, creepy and paranormal poems filtered by tag cutting. ... Feeding off our body, your a monster who disgusts me. Blood slips onto the roots, boiling ...

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Poems of Self Harm ... My wrist of scars. My canvas of blood. Suck pretty strokes ... You run your fingers over them, looking for a sharp edge. The deeper the ...