Cuts
Love
What is it
Does it
Have to be
From someone else
Or can it be for yourself
There isn't always that
Though
There are cuts
And
Scars
And blood
That come from
That hate
For yourself
It's not
Stress
It's hate
Pure hate
For
Yourself
When
You don't feel good
Or when don't like
The way you look
So you
Bleed
When you don't like
The way you act
So you
Bleed
When you don't like
The way the universe wants
You to live your life
You
Make
Yourself
Bleed
It's
Relieving
It's frightening
But it helps
The cuts
And scars
Help
Even though
You need help
They help
Copyright © Hathaway Lennings | Year Posted 2020
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