Cuts are my outlet.
My only hope.
My only happiness.
Cuts were like a friend.
A friends that comes with a little pain.
My only cut that hurt was the one over him.
The one I did cause he left he alone.
This world crashed down on me.
I resourced to cutting not knowing what to do.
Then,
I finally couldn't take this reality of being lonely.
I cut his name into my arm.
And that would be the last thing that ever hurt me.
