None yet...

by missy   Dec 23, 2005


Don't hate me---Just try to understand me.

One more slit and I'll be on my way
the scars on my wrist get me through each day.

With each new cut I get an intoxicating thrill
it gets me higher than any drink or pill.

This is the way I cope with daily stress
you can scold me, correct me, I won't cut any less.

I'm not weird or even highly demented
the marks on my arm, definitely permanent and cemented.

You can hate me immensely for how I scar my skin
you can try to battle me, but with each new slice I'll win.

so don't judge me or even try to push me away
or else you'll be the cause of my newest slit today.

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