Cuts

Cuts It smells fresh and bloody like a new refreshment It tastes like a new beginning that ends short It sounds like screams for help and cries that no one hears till the end It feels like fire to the skin,like a punishment for doing nothing but you It looks like the start of something to end Cuts are symphony of what life can do to you

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Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 5/8/2017 9:15:00 PM

Fifty people have read this poem and nobody said one word. I find that horrible. Nicole, it's because most would be scared of what to say or of saying the wrong thing. I will say that I understand emotional pain and how physical pain can mask deep hurt. And I can say that even though I think this is deep poetry, that I do hope you are seeing a counselor or talking to someone, anyone about your cutting. I just wanted you to know that someone cares...and is worried. Please, take care of you.

Nicole Reeder
Date: 5/19/2017 10:08:00 AM

I don't cut anymore and my family didn't know about it and still don't know. Thank you. I wrote this poem when I was, but of there's a will there's a way out and I found my way out