CuTtInG

by amandaa   Aug 18, 2005


Cutting myself
Did not help
And now all I have is a scar
And now joy seems so, so far.

They told me it relieved their pain
I tried it,
Again and again
It didn't hurt
But it only relieved my pain for a second.

So now All I have
Are scars on my arms
Is slits in my wrists,
And tears on my face.

Cutting myself
Did not help.

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