Cut

CUT A river of red flows So angry and wild The pain that consumes Comes from deep within Crying won't help It gives way to reality Numb. Numb that's how it feels The sliver blade tucked and hid So prying eyes won't see From behing the curtain all is well How wrong is it of me? Skin gives aways to the crimson Although its not my intention Fascinated. Intrigued It consoles me The thin green spidered vein Its what gets me the most I dig deeper and deeper To a point it may really hurt The scarring a reminder That not all is well But its mine, my story to tell A sliver of hope in my heart A feeling I can't explain All I want to do is stop Oh! To late I hit a main vein.