Push me to an extent that’s easy, and I’ll cut.
Not all those little scratches or random strikes you find; ohhh no. The most damage I’ll do is to things I love.
I solemnly love my hair, too bad if my despair is at the glut…
Ive done it before and I don’t see why I can’t do it since it doesn’t send me below or above.
I adore my heart to some extent; but push me over my limit and you’ll see;
I cry and cry, forcing myself for more as it aches to be free. With each pump screaming: ‘Save me! Save me!’
But…there are…4 people I wont harm.
Or, I don’t really know, if I’ve sent them an alarm.
I love them too much to even dare disgrace them, let alone destroy.
Thats why I run off as soon as they scream: “Oi!”
I don’t like shouting. It scares me, and that’s why I like them.
They scream and shout, they just lunge and take out their anger on me; but then…
I just…don’t feel afraid.
They’ve shown me something other than what anxiety has taken from my mind in a raid.
So yes, I cut things I love when I’m sad;
Dont see any cuts on my body? Be glad.
But those 4 have given me a will,
And that will is to live and keep going still.
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