*the lost soul*

The book to my heart
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2005-04-12 19:08:59 (UTC)

poem-cutting

people don’t understand anything about cutting
they ask me why i do it
but i can’t explain
i’ve tried explaining
but they think i’m insane
or my reason isn’t good enough for them
they tell me i’m hurting my body
i’m destroying my beauty
what beauty?
can’t you see?
i’m not beuatiful
i never was
i’m just making my ugliness worse
if that’s even possible
cutting is a way for me to escape
i bleed out my inner pain
the pain is an adrenaline rush
and the rush is indescribeable
it make sme feel i have control
when the rest of my life is chaotic
it helps me get away for a while
for a moment i am free
it’s like a good trip
without the pill
the scars that remain won’t stay for long
but that’s okay
i’ll just keep cutting and no one will ever know

*the lost soul*


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