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Cut's for a life

Poetry By: juno1902

About cutting.

Submitted:Oct 18, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

From start to finish i wander why

the cuts look so good in this messed up lie.

The blood that trickles down my arm,

people all start at the boy who self-harms.

"The emo" they call me,

i turn to my name they act out slicing their wrist.

i hang my head in shame.

i cant keep my feelings of being alone,

i hide myself for the day.

just longing to go home to go home.

i sprawl on my bed, with my razor in my hand

and take myself away,

to a much better land.

i stare in the mirror

and let myself cry,

looking forward to the day..

that i finally die..


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