Cut.
A sting of pain,
But the pain of crying
Is worse.
Cut.
The sharp blade
Slices my skin,
I’m bleeding.
Cut.
I am feeling weak now,
My bodies going limp,
I must let the pain free once more.
Cut.
I faint,
But I’m awake again,
And I walk to the bathroom for a towel.
Cut.
I clean up the blood,
An examine my arm,
The slashing of my wrists makes me numb.
Cut.
I put on a long sleeve shirt,
Walk down the stairs,
And act like I am ok.
Cut.
I go to school,
Some people notice my cuts and bruising
When I raise my hand.
Cut.
I go home,
And I cry,
And I do it all over again.
Cut.
I am dying slowly
And I can’t seem to fix a thing
My life is hopeless, so I
Cut.
