First cut is the deepest
You say you won't go that far again,
You don't.
You scratch your arm with a knife
Your feeling like life sucks.
You cut,
It makes makes you feel better
People look at it, you cry on the inside.
Your depressed more then ever
You rush to somewhere private.
You take the knife out,
Lay your hand on a table.
Look at the marks,
Puncture the skin, and slide down.
It's to deep
You cry, frighten you'll loose to much blood.
You promise you won't go far
And then remeber the first time.
Six monthes later your cut up side to side,
Wearing long sleeves in summer.
People wonder, you think.
Why did I even start?
You cry.
Three years later your clean,
Happy as can be.
Scared up left to right,
Parents fight and you go back to your old days.

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What do you guys think?