Cuts


When things aren't going her way,
she picks up a razor blade.

When things are out of control,
she feels as if she can't hold on.

She grabs something sharp and makes her way into the dark,
she cuts and cuts until she feels free again.

She cuts until she bleeds from deep within,
until all the pain she feels leaks freely,
with each drop of blood.

No one knows why!
Everyone thinks she's okay,
just because she wears a smile each and everyday.

When she's all alone she cries,
she's tired of hiding behind that painted fake smile.

So she cuts, to put her mind at ease she's in her own world
until she has to stop cutting and return to reality!

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