For your poems.
You all need to shut up,
 Its my body im ruining with each cut,
Not that I really give a fuck.
They say a tattoo will ruin my skin,
They keep sayin’
That “The scars will eventaully blend.”
So I’ll keep cuttin’
and suddenly this is more as a passing trend.
I hope you know what you are gettin’ in,
because this may be a passing fling,
but the scars will never go away,
Not in a million days.
You’ll be stuck with depression,
addiction,
self-destruction,
insecurity,






