I need you to know
I'm up through the night...

Snip....
Scissors cut the paper...

Baggy clothes and makeup
Hide my once flawless body...

I can still smell them
The alcohol on their breaths...

This poem is about my niece, and I've already...
my baby, my angel...

1, 2, 3, 4,
please stop knocking...

I sit alone and clench my fist
i hold the blade against my wrist...

If one day
you should find me...

Too busy wanting, I forget what I need
Too busy cutting, I’ve forgotten to bleed...

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"fear, pain, abuse, betrayal..
it's the case of a little girl, whose innocence...

I do not fear a gunshot
For I’m in love with blood...