Cuts, by guitarchica Subscribe to rss feed for guitarchica

They don't hurt, they only bleed.
Something sharp is all I need.
Inflicting pain on my troubled self,
Cutting until there's no blood left.
The only thing I want is death,
I want to breathe my final breath.
No one cares about me,
They see a mask and agree,
That I'm a happy person and I don't need help.
Everyone thinks I'm okay and they put me on a shelf.
I'm dying, can ya'll not see?
Can't you tell tomorrow for is not guaranteed?
My parents have gone and torn me apart.
They've broken me and Cory's hearts.
I can't live anymore, I don't want to,
So I'm cutting until the knife goes through.
Slitting my wrists,
To end all this.
I can't take this pain anymore.
This pain is killing my core.
Posted: 2005-03-22 18:10:29 UTC

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2005-03-28 17:38:00lacebutterflies
this poem is really powerful.