A.N. Okay so I wrote this along time ago to see if it would help and suprisingly it did. Please don't judge my future writings on this poem I was confused when I wrote this. I thought you all would like to see why people cut themselves. As you know we all cut for different reasons. I had many. BTW Fred is my rabbit.

The Little Tear In My Skin

If I put on a show

They'll think I'm alright

When really inside

I'm thinking of suiside

Sometimes I get caught in the moment

And I start to believe

That everything will be okay

But then I slip

And I cry just a bit

'Why me?' I ask myself

'because you suck' says that voice in me

I believe it willingly

Knowing that it's right

I go on about my day

Smiling and waving just like normal

My friends notice the small frown

And ask if I'm okay

But I'll never tell them

What's going on inside

I may let a little slip

But I only ever use past tenses

I hate holding it all in

When it begs to be let

So every now and then

I make that little cut

So small

So innocent

They'll think it's from Fred

They won't understand

That it helps so much

I hear them talking

About how those people are stupid

How they only want attention

And deserve what they get

I wish they knew

How it helps

I just want to say

'look at this tear in my skin

and see how it helps

the big one in my soul'

but I never will

I hold it all in

Sooner or later it will get better

And I can put the razor down

Till then a new tear joins the old

And I smile

How I decive myself so

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