Please don't cut,
Do it no more.
You think no one understands how it feels,
Yet I tell you that I know.
I know how it feels to pretend that you are strong,
But inside you feel weak, oh too weak.
I know how it feels to be alone for too long.
I know how it feels to always feel wrong.
I know how it feels when you cut,
And watching the blood come out,
Though the blood is not a lot.
I know how it feels to feel so much pain,
And trying to always find the rainbow,
Behind all the rain.
I know how it feels to feel alone in this world.
I know how it feels to have your mind in a whirl.
I know how it feels,
I know how it hurts.
But don't cut no more,
I've too, done it before.
Come on, you're not alone.
Come on, don't cut there.
Come on, don't think I don't care.

A\N: I wrote this poem because I read @smileofsadness poem. It made me sad because everyone that cuts feels alone, and yes, I do know how it feels! Yes, I've cut before. No, you're not alone.