Self-Harm Poem

I just wrote this poem. It is basically how i feel about my self-harm. What do you think?

I was innocent until I was thirteen.

Then my arms became unclean.

Maybe picking up that razor was a big mistake

But on the inside I was beginning to break.

Things got harder as I got older

I was left on each shoulder a heavy boulder.

The hills got steeper

And I cut deeper.

The scars got prominent

Self harm became dominant.

Now it’s too late

I have sealed my fate.

The blade is too much of a friend

One on which I may always depend.

Brokenmind

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