Sometimes the first cut really is the deepest
The blood is redder, more vibrant, gushing
The pain is more bitter and raw
And then after more cuts follow
Cut after cut after cut after cut
Once previous tender flesh
Is scarred over and over again
And when taking the time
To stop and notice
There is no more pain.
Poems and Petals 
It is splendid! That was an AMAZING poem you wrote there….it so sweet….thank u for sharing this with us and keep it up..
I would be really grateful if you could check out some of my works too.
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This is bloody brilliant piece!
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I’m so glad you think so, thank you for your comments Roy x
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My pleasure!
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