Brandlynn Young Poet I do not know?

Cutting

Cutting, cutting, cutting
Blood is everywhere
It doesn’t hurt one single bit
So why should anyone care

Cutting, cutting, cutting
Bed clothes soaked with blood
They say to stop, they really do
I just wish that I could

Cutting, cutting, cutting
Is there really a way to stop?
I wish there was, I don’t wanna die
Please, please help me stop!

Cutting, Cutting, Cutting!
Here! Take my knife away!
I have made the decision to stop this junk,
And I am stopping it today!

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Ali Matheny January 4, 2009 at 5:14 PM I understand what you're going through cause I cut too. . It will eventually get better. .