Cutting

by helpneeded   Apr 3, 2005


The cool blade
Across my wrist
To aid
On my subsist

Veins puffed and weak
Blood oozing
My wrist no longer sleek
And now I\'m not losing

Scars are shown
But you can\'t see
My own
Scars on my heart, because my heart is now just debris

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