My cuts

by aknives sweet kiss   Jul 11, 2006


My cuts are shallow
my cuts are red
my cuts been bleeding
i cover my cuts
i feel more pain as i sit on the edge of my bed and feel the blade slice my wrist open like my blood doesn't matter.
i keep hoping i might die
i keep hoping for my life to end
maybe this is a suicide
i hide my pain and no one can tell
I'm dying inside
Ive been dying so long
where to go i don't know
I'm nothing
I'm full of pain
I'm full of hate
I'm full of sorrow
i cant help it
its me and maybe my death i can only hope
so let me pick up my knife one more time and just lay my life down

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  • 16 years ago

    by she

    So let me pick up my knife one more time and just lay my life down
    --like the ending
    sad poem, again suicides not a good answer

  • 17 years ago

    by UnToLd TrUtH

    This is really good! I can sorda relate to this poem. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by sweet_tears

    WOW.So much emotion love it.
    ~Sweet Tears

  • 17 years ago

    by struggling

    I love iit its great.please dont hurt yourself anymore your one of my best friend.I Love You.Im here.
    Love Ya Shareedaxoxo

  • 17 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    Wow, that was very deep. I loved the emotion. I liked this one! I can't wait to read more from you.

    -Jennifer.

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