Careless Cutter

by Celia   Mar 23, 2005


Cutting is my art.
Just the way music is your art.
Cutting is my nirvana.
My place where no one cares about the scars on my wrists or legs.
Cutting is my only escape from the cruel world.
A time where I am myself. Where I can tell stories about going too far or how long they took to heal.
It's a scare for you but my personal pleasure.
A competition to see how many strikes I can get in day before someone catches me.
It's not you really care, you just don't want to become the parent of a careless cutter.

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