It Needs To Stop

1 became 2, then 2 to 4. 1 cut every time my heart fell to the floor.
4 became 5, then 5 to 8. 1 cut every time I’ve experienced self-hate.
8 became 9, then 9 to 11. 1 cut every time I wish I was in Heaven.
11 became 12, then 12 to 16. 1 cut every time they were ever mean.
16 became 17, then 17 to 21. 1 last cut before my life was done.
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4.
Loss of blood, my mind began to flood, as my life went on no more.
Self-Harm is like a drug to some, addictive and sweet.
To feel something, to be cut, to be beat.
The mentality of some to harm others is one of a kind, it’s never easy to say what’s on your mind.
To hurt another for satisfaction is of no use, all you cause is mental abuse.
Suicide is one you never forget, when you push someone’s limits, their destination is set.
There are about 4,400 suicides per year, is that what you bullies want to hear?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cut me like blades.
Lying there, lifeless stare, until my life fades.
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4.
We need to stop this, we need to do more.