My excape

by Kelwin lost in thought   Feb 5, 2013


My excape
people look down at it
but my excape
comes from my knife
as I press it to my skin
when I cut
it's the only time I can excape
excape from this world
from this pain misery and hate
my excape is my knife
it helps me
it does not hurt
it has saved me so many times
to cut is to live
but to live is to die
so when I cut
I really die
but it's my excape
it is better then other things
it doesn't cost money
like drugs
yes it can kill me
but what can't
everything can kill you
so why do you say that cutting is wrong
do you know how it makes me feel

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