Wrist Cutter

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So..
I wrote this poem when I was depressed.. The day my mom hated me and told me how worthless I am. That I'm mental and I always depress myself.. I did cut that day, but I managed to stop myself from going far too deep and picked up the pen. This is my first poem actually, so it might not be that great. But emotions flowed inside me and that's what I came up with.

Wrist Cutter

The blade dances on her skin 

As shivers creep down her spine

Left alone on the cold damp floor

She struggles with her own thoughts

Everyday she promises to stop

Until crimson blood flows down her wrists

And she realizes what she's done.

The blade seems to be her only friend

What a waste of good clean wrists

She looks in the mirror and cries

Cursing everything that comes to her mind 

Looking forward to the day

That she finally dies

The pain she feels she can no longer hide 

She trusts so easily when people promise

To end up knowing

That promises are lies

Everybody leaves...

She feels unloved unwanted

She cries endless times a day

Holding the blade 

Waiting for the worst to come

And does what she does every single day

She slits her skin

One day she tries to stop

Only to find a black shadow

Hovering over her

Poisoning her thoughts

He crashes her to the wall

Yelling at her beating her up

Urging her to listen to that small voice

That sweet sharp voice

Calling her... Begging her not to leave

She gives in and listens 

Picking up her blade

Who seems to be her only friend

And she slits her skin

She asks him 

He who towers above her

"Am I beautiful now?"

He strokes her hair gently

And tells her she did good

but she's better off dead

Thoughts creep into her mind

Taking control of her hand

What's the point of living 

If there's nothing to live for?

Now it's too late

That girl died

They found her on her bed

Her throat slit every which way

She didn't deserve to die they said

Lies. The walls screamed

You left her, you never cared

"Stop hurting yourself!" 

That's all you ever say

Now it's too late that girl died

She flitted straight up

to where no one could touch her

I guess when you live in hell

Heaven always wins.

that's all.. I hope you enjoyed reading. Thanks for the views!