Cuts

by robynscott90   Dec 11, 2005


Cold, sharp blade touches my skin
as it cuts it releaved the pain within

it hurts for a moment then it feels good
i can't tell any one even tho i should

they would laugh at me
they would not see

cut after cut until my arm is red
my hope is soon to be dead

i lay my head on the floor
then there was a voice at the door

i tell them to go away
i don't want to talk today

they try to open the door
i jump up so my feet are on the floor

i run to the door and slam it shut
then i go back and cut

cut after cut, scare after scare
nothing is going to stop me from going to far

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  • 19 years ago

    by Becky

    I know just how that is i do the same thing peopel try to open the door and im like oh S@#* oso i quickly slam it shut and lock it, it scares me but doesnt stop me, this poem is really good i lvo the way its worded

    lots of love
    *~*Becky*~*

  • 19 years ago

    by Stabbylou

    That was awesome, it was really sad though, stay strong and keep writing x

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