Cutting

by Kristin Alyea   Jun 7, 2007


My life is dying down my sorrow is coming I am depressed I won't let anybody see for I slit my wrists It's my salvation it the way I live dont worry im not killing myself this is just how I stay sane. I just have a fake smile everyday of life. I love Bracelets they cover up the scars. My cuts on my wrists. They are there just because the pain of cutting myself let's me forget how depressed I am.

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