The cutter

by Midnight suicide   Feb 9, 2007


He goes in is bathroom and shuts the door
Locks the door and turns on the lights
Once again he cant take the pain, his heart is tore
This anger he feels he will not fight
He has found a way to cope with his pain
Its become a habit he does it everyday
Some people think he has gone insane
But he still chooses to do it this way
Self-inflicted pain is the way he goes
All his friends can do is sit there and worry
Which is more then his parents can do cause they dont even know
Any minute now they will be home, he has to hurry.
He cleans up the sink and acts like nothing is wrong
His parents think that he is just fine
His arm is still bleeding, its never lasted this long
All the sudden they here a wine
They come running in the bathroom but its too late
Hes lying on the ground not moving at all
They take him to the hospital and they can only wait.
The doctor said he was dead before he started to fall

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  • 17 years ago

    by tryinXtoXholdXmyXheadXup

    I feel the same pain i have been there this is unusual though a poem on a male cutter very well written and i like to see the other side of it

  • 17 years ago

    by Psycho93

    It's very sad but well written 5/5!!!

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