We are Cutters

by Poncho Pandapants   Feb 8, 2005


We are cutters
Who bleed at night
Who hate our lives
Who think we are all alone
We wish we were dead
Just so the pain would stop
We cut in our beds
In our bathrooms
In our kitchens
We have shadows over our heads
For we are cutters
Always blue
Cutting is our strength
It keeps us going
Cutting it's what we like to do

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