Cry Out To The Cutter

by HighPerfection   Dec 19, 2005


Dreams as though she was a child
Flying through the stars
Exploring deep oceans
Riding a unicorn through the forest

The little girl grows
Her lovely father leaves her in the dust
Her inspiration is gone
She begins to grow into a woman

Life is nothing to her
Its all a blur
Remembering nothing of when she was happy as a child
She begins to cut her arms with fury and hate

She is laying in bed one night
Creating little cuts on her wrist
She begins to bleed and bleed a lot
Her vision fades to black

Her death is an accident
Her friends and family cry at the death of a beautiful girl
Her death could have been prevented
If you or someone is cutting themselves

Please I'm begging you reach out to them
It could change their life forever

(c)Hillary Dorsey 2005

*I'm here anytime talk to me if u ever need support or just want to talk I'm here*

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  • 18 years ago

    by BuzzKill

    Kool poem i can relate .. x

  • 18 years ago

    by Ian Robert

    I hacked at my wrists,
    Four hours and two gallons down the drain,
    Man, Suicide is so lame.

    5/5 nice read I like your poetry, I can relate...

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