Cuts

by quick&painless   May 26, 2005


A slash across my ankle,
was the first cut I made.
It wasn't too deep,
it was just to keep me sane.

I thought I would make
just a few more.
It wasn't long before
two turned to four.

Four turned to eight,
eight turned to twelve.
I just couldn't stop.
It was like I was under a spell.

When there was no room on the right leg,
I moved on to the left.
When there was no more skin there,
the blade went to my chest.

The cuts got deeper,
they left permanent scars.
It wont be long before I cut too deep
and I will join the stars.

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