(This poem is in the point of veiw of a 17 year old boy)
I do it out of love and care
So I pull it out and tear
I tear the skin that hugs my bones
Loving the blood, the pain it loans
These things I do for you and you alone
You refuse my calls, please pick up your phone
I haven't given up on you
You're my 'one in a few'
So these cuts and bruises I have are beautiful
Even if they represent me as a tool
They show the love I have for a lovely woman
Who took my heart and ran
-Ashley
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& i've never met a 17 year boy whos name is ashley