Cut

by skye   Apr 13, 2006


I make a cut
on my wrist
no one knows
my life aint blised

You yell at me
I yell back as you
how much longer
till this is through

I make a dice
at my arm
but no one knows
of this harm

I cover it up
so no one will see
of what I do
when I want to flee

I make a slice
on my skin
cant take no more
I let them win

One last cut
one last breath
everything ends
with a death

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kylie

    I thought that was great...I totally understand how you are feeling...your poem brought back so many memories...I really did love it

  • 18 years ago

    by Lollypop

    Hey this is really good, and I can say that I understand fully. I tried to cover up mine too but mu friends found out what I was doing anyway. Here's some poems that I wrote about cutting: Save Me, Last Laugh, No Mourning, Roses and Violates, And Reasons. Fell free to vote or comment.

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