I was a cutter,
i know how you feel...

Crimson tears fall, but death never comes.
My pain leaves, but never quick enough...

I miss the blade,
i miss the pain...

I cant believe it,
I've made it this far...

It's like you have pierced my skin with a javelin.
like you have sliced my heart with a blade...

When you ask me why i do it,
i honostly dont know...

***this is a poem thing that i wrote a while ago...
goodbye world...

My world is spinning,
its turning upside down...

I'm a cutter,
yea I'm just like you...

Here's to all the posers,
you stupid little preps...

They hate my writing,
i don't understand why...

Slice, slice
dice, dice...