Poem story thing

Hey guys! i just wrote this poem/short story and thought it was pretty good and had some meaning to it and thought i should post it. also i know i already posted this on my bulletin but i wanted to post it on here too.

Trigger warning// sensitive topics such as sh!! if you get triggered by this please scroll and do not read.

side note: i just wanted to tell you guys that even though i don't know you, i care about you and the way you feel. if you guys ever struggle with anything like this or just genuinely need to vent or someone to talk to, send me an instant message, i'm here for you and your not alone.

Ridged edges. 

"I sit alone in my dark dirty room late at night, wondering.

Wondering what I've once again done wrong. Wondering if i belong.

The ridged edges pierces my once soft, smooth clean wrist. 

Your words felt like a twist, a hit with your fist.

Yet, I'm still wondering what I've done to not belong. 

As i feel the ridged edges, once again pierce my now slitted wrist."