Cutting
The pain is too much,
I can’t take it anymore,
It makes me want to fall,
Straight through the floor.
I’ve held it inside me,
For far too long,
I’m tired of being told,
That everything I do is wrong.
The first time was an accident,
But I’ll do it again,
Even though I know,
Cutting is a sin.
I hold the blade in my hand,
Swipe it across my skin,
I see the blood come pouring out,
I think I found a new friend.
You may not believe me,
But I don’t feel the pain,
Even though the blood,
Pours like the rain.
When I see the blood,
Coming from the cut,
I feel the pain leaving,
For my eyes are now shut.
I finally found something,
I can control,
I know when to stop,
I control the flow.
When the blood leaves me,
Other things do as well,
The pain and heartache,
There’s no more to tell.
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