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a cut

a heartbreak
a creak
in someones voice
not the things humans enjoy
a pain
that stains
the heart
that people turn into art
some by creativeness
like turning into an actress
but we all are actors in this stage of life
the one with a sharp knife
and we are walking on it edge
all of us, standing near the cliff's edge
just one more step and it'll all be over
this is reality is too painful to face while sober
i know that we all have thought that
just one curt and it'll all be over
as i write about this thing my vision blurs
and i remember those days past
when i was hanging on the last
strand of hope
when all i could do was mope
around and cry
and try
to make it through the day
so what i am trying to say
is have some hope
and hand on to that last rope
of positivity and stay sane
and if you can be someones cane
and hold them up cause all of us know the same pain
but some of us remain
strong but some of us fall
but that doesn't mean that they can't crawl
back into this world
they might be curled
now but once they rise they will be stronger than before
maybe stronger than you or me, their core
will be stronger than you or me
just one more cut as it may seem
is the only answer ... don't do it
cause you never get any shit
by doing that
just one more cut
you have to stop thinking that
and be the reason for someones smile while you're at...
(to all those who have thought that self harm is the relief to all your mental, emotional and spiritual pain... life is too short for regrets so don't pile up on the ones you already have by scarring yourself.)




-yakaa: jujaan

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