Teen Death Friend Poem

I have never cut deep enough to need stitches, and obviously I haven't died. Cutting is NOT a suicide attempt, it is an emotional release. Many of us do cut to prevent ourselves from committing suicide but rarely is it meant as one. One of my close friends just died from cutting too deep and that is where this poem came from. I hope it helps you understand.

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Shattered Life

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Published: February 2012

A shattered life
pain and strife
Reflects in a broken mirror
There is a girl
That I used to know
That only resides in there

Pain and sorrow
No hope for tomorrow
They say it's all in her head
But she knows
That if cutting she don't
She will end up dead

All from lack
Pain coming back
This is all to much
Grab the blade
Wash the pain away
Suddenly gushing blood

Not stopping
Pulse is dropping
She's losing all consciousness
Knew this would come
Floor covered in blood
Her final gasp for breath

A shattered life
broken image in my mirror
There is a girl
That I used to know
That only resides in there

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