I don't think I can believe any other refrence of me in any other poem, Nick. I never knew for sure, you never let me know. Once again, I made an idiot out of myself and you let me. For your information, Nick, I did stop cutting again. When I held that knife last night I stopped and thought really hard about if I was sure I wanted to go through with this because if I did, I'd probably fall into an addiction sort of thing again, and I realized-Hell No. I can't hurt so many people around me, like they hurt me. So what's the purpose of cutting? To replace invisible pain with real, hurtful pain? I don't think I really want my blood to tell me that answer, but I think the purpose of cutting is to hurt the people around you, to repay them for the pain they bring. That wasn't my intention, so after i made a few, small cuts that'll go away soon, I stopped. So let me just ease your mind there. I have differen't, more important reasons to do what i do now. Have a GREAT day Nick! You really deserve it for those spectular poems you wrote!! =-D!!

~Sierra

aw u 2 really care about each other also i agree, ignorant if you do cut stop i did i kno it is hard..anywayz once again a fab poem i enjoyed reading this one for sure