STOP Cutting Poem

I walk into school after a bad night at home.
I try to cover my arms, so no one will know my little secret.
You somehow see the cuts on my wrists and arms.
Now you can decide where you go from here.
Do you forget you every seen it?
Do you start a new rumor?
Or do you question me about it?
As most girls are they love to gossip, so you chose to start a rumor.
I soon hear the whole school talking out me,
the cutter is the name you gave me.
I walk up to you to question you,
and all you can do is sit there and lie and laugh in my face.
I run home, and I can't stop crying.
I can no longer hold back.
I give into my addiction and grab my friend.
My razor blade.
I hold it to my wrist and I begin to cut.
I once again feel at peace.
I sit back and I watch the blood drip from my fresh new cut.
I still feel at peace, and then I begin to realize what I have done.
I let you win.
I let you get me so low that I cut.
I feel ashamed and hurt.
I want to do it again
But then I realized that I am not going to let you win anymore.
I walk into school, had a bad night at home.
Do you start a rumor of just leave me alone?
Your Choice by Kaylee @FamilyFriendPoems

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