Broken Cutter

Broken Cutter
"Hate me"
Carved into my arm,
Is this cause for alarm?
Cuts wrapped around my wrist,
Suddenly I feel lost-
I think of what the cuts have cost.
Definite stares at my arms-
They wonder why there is so much red,
I think I’d rather be dead.
I just would like to cry out why,
Why can’t I cry?!
Why can’t I just say goodbye?!
I’m just tired of staying strong,
I’m getting worn down here-
My life is being ruled by fear.
So I sit here and ponder,
Why I feel so much strain,
And why numbness overcame pain.
Why did I cut again?
Why have I thrown everything away?
Just for some thoughts gone astray.
So here I lay,
Nothing to utter
For I am a broken cutter.

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