Cutting is a terrible thing to do, as someone who used to I do not recommend trying, very addictive and most people only make it worse by calling you stupid, like that idiot "In the Rye" who reviewed your work. If expressing yourself stops you from cutting then post as many poems about the same subject as you like.
I hope you continue to post more of your work, I like your direct speech.

keep it up.

you used the word skin far too much. continue to not cut so that you don't write stupid poems about cutting.

Come on, let's make fun of what happened... You know, I swallowed 28 pills of somethin' that should have killed me with only 8 of them...
When I returned from the hospital, I took some rest (yep, so damn weak) and when I woke up, I lied into my bed, starrin' at my room as if I visited it for the first time in my life.
And suddenly, I saw my sister, at the threshold of my bedroom, holdin' flowers, shy and all...
My step father came to my room too, a little astonished, it was a weird silent scene indeed...
And he asked, a bit nervous:
-Havin' some rest, uh?
And I smiled and answered, cheerfully:

-Yap, look at her, she brought flowers for my tomb.
CONCLUSION: Never again will the sorrow, the misery nor the gloom invade my heart like that. Let's smile at the stupid breath-takin' stuff we did, we can't be perfect, that's what swalloin' 28 pills and comin' back from within the dead taught me (Assure you the surgeons said it was a f*ckin' miracle)