Cut

1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4 
Her body the canvas 
She can't wait to explore
She picks up her brush
And paints red over the white canvas 

1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4 
Her body the victim 
Her murder weapon the killer 
She slices the victim open 
Not realizing you can't bring a dead body back to life 

 1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4
Her body like wood and ashes 
Easy to make, but hard to put back 
She burns the wood to the ground making ashes
Not knowing once you burn the wood and it turns to ash you can't go back 

1 cut 2 cut 3 cut 4 
Her body like paper 
Easy to tear, but hard to put back together 
She picks up the scissors cutting the paper 
She then takes the tape and tries to put the paper back together, but fails

Her body cut up and down 
She then realizes she needs help 
She reaches out, but no one is there 
She cries in her room at night 
Wondering what she did to deserve all this pain 
She then took her life away like you would tearing a paper so easy no one cared.

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