I Am Cut

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is an old poem, but a year ago to the day, this was me.

Submitted: January 24, 2008

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Submitted: January 24, 2008

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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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