Cut.
You see my smile.
You hear my laugh.
You smell my joy.
You greet my personality.
It's all fake.
When I smile, the pain is hidden.
When I laugh, the pain increases.
When I act joyous, the pain is full out.
But you just can't see it.
My life is over.
My life is gone.
So I cut.
I cut myself.
The blood pours freely.
It takes away my anger.
I do it because I have no other way.
I know that I am hurt.
It takes away the pain.
It's already made me numb.
What more can they take away?
I know that if I do it.
I'm saving someone's life.
I don't hurt them.
I take away their pain.
I cause myself misery.
Toi help me get over it.
It's scaring you.
It scares me too.
People look at me funny as the scars show.
I have to hide them.
Underneath my long sleeves.
The teachers will see.
They'll question my dignity.
They'll ask me of my problems.
I can't give them away.
So I cut.
I cut myself.
It takes away the pain.
I'm already numb.
What more can they take away?
I'm dead inside.
I see them hide.
There's no other way.
To survive.
So I cut.
I cut myself.
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