Cut

by xX Toxic Cure Xx   Jun 14, 2004


As I sit behind closed doors I wonder why I do these things

When I know of all the pain it brings

The cold silver razor blade slides across my skin

Is what I do a sin?

Why do I do this to myself when I know what people think?

Why don't I just use drugs or drink?

Why is it I choose to bleed?

The slicing and dicing is what I need

The cruel names people call me echo in my head

Cutsarella, Ms. Kut, and Princess of Red

Another cut for each one

Why do they act like what I do is fun?

A stream of red runs down my arm

Why do I cause myself such harm?

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  • 20 years ago

    by Leo

    hey, good poem i liked it.... i have a friend who does that... well did she got some help and she doesn't anymore. i can't say that what you do is wrong b/c i can't say that i know how you feel... but well from several people i know, that have done that in the past, say that its better now that they stopped so maybe you should try to do stop and get some help, talk to someone who you know will listen and will help you out, and hopefully you won't feel like cutting anymore. BYE.

    PS. forget about what people say or think you know who you care about and those are really the only people who you should care what they say or think.

  • 20 years ago

    by *Elizabeth*

    Hey nicely written poem..it was really good!!..I cut too and its soo confusing to think that making yourself bleed helps..but it does.
    Good luck with everything ;)

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