My cuts

by britney   Jan 31, 2005


I wear my long sleeve shirts all year around.
To cover up the cut's I don't want to be found.

One slice, two slice, three slice four
My body just urns for more and more.

As I watch my arm and see the blood flow down.
If you look at my face you will see me frown.

I just don't care about myself you see.
So just leave me alone and let me be.

**please vote or commet**

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