Wake up in the morning
dragging her body off the floor...

I don't remember the sun
I don't even remember the light...

As I slowly crumble to pieces
I watch the blood run down my arm...

Dear Cutter,
I am your escape...

I question your love
not knowing what to think of...

She grew up in a messed up family
she was the kindest girl you could meet...

I'm just a face among faces
I'm not one to stand out...

I'm sorry
for who I became...

The blade calls her
it says you can depend on me...

~I wrote this poem awhile back. And it would mean...
Everybody needs to belong somewhere...

People stabbing you in the back
leaving a trail of broken hearts...

I'm writing you this letter
I'm going to try to explain...