The cuts, the scars, they bleed on.....

by Liz   Apr 6, 2006


The cuts, the scars, they bleed on with time. I stopped cutting but the hurt makes them worse. I look down at my arms, my legs, anything, and it flashes me back in time. The time when my life was hell. When I was tortured by society, looked upon like I was some freak, and hated because I was different. The cuts, the scars, they bleed on with time.....

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  • 18 years ago

    by Liz

    Ya i dont know why either...umm idk it made sense at the time lol sorry

  • 18 years ago

    by Meghan

    This is really good. emotional. i can relate