Cut

by aubrey   Aug 23, 2008


As i watch the blood drip from my wrist.
i think of why i'm doing this.

It takes all my stress and pain away.
Sometimes i feel so ashamed.

I walk around with scars on my wrist.
I just get so pissed.

I hate myself for hurting you.
I'll try harder to love you better.

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