Cut

by .+*Jess*+.   Feb 11, 2007


The sharp end moves back and forth
As I watch part of my skin turn to white
All this skin being scraped away
The white slowly turns pink, and then red
This madness will never fade away
All this is so i can feel something
All of this
Only to feel something
I feel like an empty shell
With no feelings
No pain and no hapiness
I feel forgotten
The only thing that remembers me
Is that silver sharpness
Digging in the skin

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