Cut

by Curtis Young   Jul 4, 2013


I'm more scared,
More scared than my wrist is.
See iv been using to dull of a knife,
But i'll b sure tonight to sharpen it twice.

I see the blood drip down my arm,
They i turn and it goes to my palm.
Doing this makes my happy,
I suppose my mind is a bit scrappy.

When i cut,
I get a good feeling in my gut.
I see the brilliant red,
It's all that goes on inside my head

Cut...Cut...Cut...

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  • 10 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Wooooooooooooo
    horrible for me, i can't feel it like you.

  • 11 years ago

    by safachan

    You make it sound good and enjoyable , it's really obvious how much comfort you feel in your act .
    really good poem , sad but bitter sweet . nice job

  • 11 years ago

    by WintersAngel

    Nice choice of words.