Here is a small poem you know

CUT

i cut once and i liked it

some say i am Emo but i am not

I hate t be judge or to judge

the blade was my only friend

he was there in my lonely nights filled with sorrow

When i say the blood glide down my arm

I want and i did like away the iron filled blood

I will try not to do it again

and become a anew

by lulu

Ps. i love the pic