My Cuts

by wishful memories   Apr 16, 2005


The Cuts i do within my skin
is never gonna be shown
i hide them beneath my sleeves
Waiting for them to bleed.
Each day i slit a new one
and each day i cry those tears
Each cut has a story
no one will ever see
They say cutting isn't the right way
to express your pain..
many say its the best way
to end the day
As for me
its the way i deal with my self
when I'm in real pain
i use knifes , glass, and even fire
i burn my self when no 1 is around
i break glass cups on purpose
so i can cut my arm
i hide knifes in my bag
because i cant do with out them
i need to hurt my self
because thats the only way ill feel better
because its the only way ill live happy..
because its all me
and no one can change me
Because cutting is the only way
ill heal my pain inside

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