Poems by CutMyArmToPieces

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  • CUTTER:
    Her eyes have seen a lot of things...

  • Pain (8)

    They call you a b**** but it doesn't faze you
    Because your numb inside...

  • A broken mirror.
    A distorted face...

  • Burning pain in my arms
    Stops the burning tears...

  • Feel this.
    Need this...

  • They call her for dinner
    She makes up a reason...

  • Drip...
    Echoing in my ear...

  • I feel the blade touch my skin
    who knows where its been...

  • Smiling all the time,
    just trying to hide...

  • This shouldn't be happening
    It can't be me...

  • Just a joke
    Just a lie...

  • She opened the drawer
    And picked up the silver blade...