Cuts
MY DOOR IS CLOSED
THE SCAR'S OF THESE CUTS EXPOSED,
BLADE IN ONE HAND,TISSUE IN THE OTHER
WAS I SICK OF HURTING, OR JUST BEING
ALONE??
OR JUST PLAIN SICK?
HIDING MY CUTS WAS MY BEST TRICK..
CUT...
DEEP ENOUGH THAT THEY BLEED,
DEEP ENOUGH SO THE PAIN COULDN'T FEED.
DEEP ENOUGH TO LEAVE A SCAR,ON BOTH THE
RIGHT AND LEFT ARM...
AM I SICK?
BECAUSE THESE CUTS WHERE MY BEST TRICK?
KNOW ONE KNEW I HID THEM WELL,
FOR THESE CUTS WILL I GO TO HELL???
I CARRY THE SCARS
OF THE CUTS I MADE, THAT HELPED THE
ANGER AND HID THE PAIN....
THE BLOOD I SHED..
EACH AND EVERY TIME, WASHED AWAY THE
FILTH HE LEFT BEHIND.....NO MORE
CUTS...
HARDLY ANY SCAR'S, MOVED ON WITH
MYSELF LEFT THEM BEHIND VERY FAR....
THEY MAY HAVE HELPED AT THAT TIME,,,
BUT WHEN I LOOKED DOWN AT MYSELF,,
ALL I COULD FIND WERE
CUTS
THE SCAR'S OF THESE CUTS EXPOSED,
BLADE IN ONE HAND,TISSUE IN THE OTHER
WAS I SICK OF HURTING, OR JUST BEING
ALONE??
OR JUST PLAIN SICK?
HIDING MY CUTS WAS MY BEST TRICK..
CUT...
DEEP ENOUGH THAT THEY BLEED,
DEEP ENOUGH SO THE PAIN COULDN'T FEED.
DEEP ENOUGH TO LEAVE A SCAR,ON BOTH THE
RIGHT AND LEFT ARM...
AM I SICK?
BECAUSE THESE CUTS WHERE MY BEST TRICK?
KNOW ONE KNEW I HID THEM WELL,
FOR THESE CUTS WILL I GO TO HELL???
I CARRY THE SCARS
OF THE CUTS I MADE, THAT HELPED THE
ANGER AND HID THE PAIN....
THE BLOOD I SHED..
EACH AND EVERY TIME, WASHED AWAY THE
FILTH HE LEFT BEHIND.....NO MORE
CUTS...
HARDLY ANY SCAR'S, MOVED ON WITH
MYSELF LEFT THEM BEHIND VERY FAR....
THEY MAY HAVE HELPED AT THAT TIME,,,
BUT WHEN I LOOKED DOWN AT MYSELF,,
ALL I COULD FIND WERE
CUTS
This Poems Story
Story of someone very close to my heart who's life was not easy
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