A real cut:
I could talk about this for hours...

Songless tune playing in my head
thoughtless suicide running around...

*People please don't comment or vote on my poems...
I want to cut me wide...

*when you read some of my poems they might sound...
i always read these poems...

I met a phantom man on this site
he goes by the name of drew...

They took away MY poems...
the one things i had left...

Its just a few scratches
bleeding off my wrists...

This is for willow,
and all the times that she cared...

Heres this girl
she is me...

Boyfriends with girlfriends
with new friends with old friends...

You don't gotta change for me
I don't want you all brand new...

Willow it was your fault
you were my only friend...