"L" - Poem (TW *kinda major*)

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“L” My friend We are close She Does bad things But Doesn't pressure me We sleepover Seven houses away We walk Back and forth To each other's houses I am eleven She finds out That I have Five cuts On my wrist Visible to this day I did When i was home Alone I came from the bathroom From throwing up Throwing up my lunch I take the kitchen knife My headphones blasted I tune out the world I cut slowly Five cuts Evenly On my wrist She “L” Blackmailed me A lot In the past She said I must tell My parents I tell her “I don't want help” She leaves my house
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