Cutting

by sMiLe LiKe YoU MeAn It   Aug 8, 2009


One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four.
I am nothing but a worthless whxre
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts
Eight.
Someone help me before its too late.
My cuts are my battle scars
Wounds that are the result of a raging war
A war so intense, so horrific, so savage
It makes WWII seem like child's play
This is the war against myself
Against the pain in me
Its a constant struggle, keeping it at bay
And sometimes i can't contain it
And so i cut myself
So that some of the pain seeps through
And sets me free, temporarily
Until i am again overwhelmed
A cycle that will repeat
again and again
Until the pain conquers me

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  • 15 years ago

    by Courtney Hough

    Five cuts
    Six cuts
    Seven cuts
    Eight.
    Someone help me before its too late.
    My cuts are my battle scars
    Wounds that are the result of a raging war
    A war so intense, so horrific, so savage
    It makes WWII seem like child's play
    This is the war against myself
    Against the pain in me

    soooooooooo soooooooooo good i can relate to that in my own way and others can to thats what is so important

    Until i am again overwhelmed
    A cycle that will repeat
    again and again
    Until the pain conquers me

    and that gave me goose bumbs cus i feel like that ever time i cut but you cant let it win ok if you need to talk you can to me k
    10/5

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