Please note. This contains triggers.
I am a self-harm survivor
A brave soul now not then
No harm upon legs and arms
Don't want to see it again
No Scars so red and bleeding
No shame of skin stretched wide
No cutting fresh, or hiding flesh
or telling tales or lies
No feeling of that come down
The drug of blood back then
Won't feel a blade, or a band-aid
Don't need that shit again.
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