Cutters

catastasis of emotions spiral down until the pain magnifies itself too hard to breathe, she takes a knife touches it against her flesh, slices deep emotions bleed themselves dry release the pain from within she puts on her fake smile and hides the deed (inspired by a conversation with Timothy Hicks, I know much about that topic because that was me at the age of 10, when my grandmother died and i was forced to be at home, unloved...a cinderella as my God parents called me...I learned how to bleed in poetry as a release, but cutting is an actual disease and they do not know how to release the pain, the pain of the cut releases something that makes them feel good...temporarily, no one ever knows the wounds, they hide them well behind layers of clothes and fake smiles!)