Bounded Cutter

by Bella   Jun 19, 2006


Cutting has consumed most of my life, everything is decided by the knife.
I don't have any control of it, it takes away my sanity bit by bit.
I can't get away, I think about it every day.
In my thoughts and in my sleep, this is a secret I have to keep.
If someone found out, I would be sent away; no doubt.
It's a wonderful blessing and a terrible curse, it takes away the pain but leaves something much worse.
I wish I could undo these locks which trap me, I wish I could stop cutting and be free.

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  • 17 years ago

    by X~Angie~X

    Omg wow that was amazing but sad.. it makes me sad.. cuz i can relate i kno wut ur goin thru .
    its a rele good poem. i like the word choice and how it flows and the rhythm of it.. great job... keep it up.. stay strong.. keep ur head up. i am here if u wana talk
    take care
    angie