Cutter

by Jessica Clunas   Mar 13, 2006


Every new cut makes one more pain go away,
heart ache, disappointment, hatred, none of it can stay.

Slicing away what I hate most in life,
reality, it all goes away because of one small knife.

Maybe one day I will end it all,
right now is not the time for me to make that call.

I am done crying over all of the bad things,
cutting makes me feel free- like I have wings.

The tears did nothing to help me,
the cuts really help me be free.

I refuse to look like a fool crying over the little shit,
I would rather use a knife and be able to hide it.

Everything horrible in my life just disappears,
I don't have to cry, there are no tears.

I I've tried a lot of things to help myself get better,
I never thought the thing that works would be me becoming a cutter!

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