Cuts of Love
Every time I feel bad, I cut.
Every time I cry, I cut.
Every time you yell, I cut.
Every time you slap, I cut.
Your actions bother me, but yet you fail to care.
Why is that?
You said you would forever love me.
What happened?
You said it was me. How?
After all that you did, I love you.
How could I?
But why so many scars?
People say I have a problem. I do.
But the only thing that seems to help me is a razor.
Copyright © Autumn Bell | Year Posted 2016
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