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THE PLEASURE OF CUTTING

Poetry By: Mezquiteno
Poetry



a poem I wrote about cutting myself. ( Not that I do it)..I tried to put myself in a certain person's shoes. Tell me how you like it.


Submitted:May 27, 2011    Reads: 43    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


I cut my skin with shame,
This anxiety I cannot tame.
I look around frantically,
Seeking a bit of sympathy.

My reflection taunts me,
Memories and feelings haunt me.
I continue to cut into my flesh,
The blood flows warm and fresh.

I begin to weaken at a rapid pace,
The pleasure showing in my face.
Cutting is all that relieves my pain,
It is all that keeps me sane.





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