Cutting

by vanessa hill   Jun 18, 2006


She looks at her wrist
They're all wet and red.
They have red slick liquid coming out, its blood.
She's gone and done it again.
She's cut herself.
It felt so good.
She's glad she did.
No one knows why one does except for them.
Its not so that they die.
But if that happens OK, fine, so what, who cares.

I DO. I'm your Friend. Your family cares. People do care.

***For those who feel unloved***

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tempest

    I can relate to the poem alot, yes i feel unloved but no matter what anyone says it's hard to believe

  • 18 years ago

    by ...If only you knew...

    Wow... that means eveything to me.. and yes i do feel unloved

  • 18 years ago

    by kyky

    I fully agree with you. i dont c how u can jus make them believe you care!?! keep up the good work. could u plz check out some of my poems. Cheers =)