A cut

by Angelica   Nov 24, 2006


There is a lot of violence,
As i sit and suffer in silence.
One cut leads to many more,
And soon my skin becomes all torn.
I watch my blood drip-
Then I put my hand to my lip,
Just to make sure I don\'tscream-
Wondering if this is all just a dream.
But I realize it\'ssot,
As this battle inside is fought.
This pain is so real,
And as sad as I feel,
I wish my heart would just heal.
But it won\'t.t
Just too many damn times it\'s bsn broke.
So the consequence is this,
And that is...
The cut of my wrist.

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