Kelsey Joe

A Messy Thing Called Cuts - Poem by Kelsey Joe

I’m clean no more,
I’m a cutter and always will be
I guess I’ll cry forever
Because it’s just apart of me.

Enough of this mess
Watch me die and bleed.

I wasn’t meant for the world
So why should I stay?
I’ve been planning every day
For my great, big escape.

Shit happens I know
But I’m a step to far.

I’m crossing lines again
I’m going to cut I know I am
It’s just me and the razor now
So watch me die.

I’m nothing anymore.
I’m going in deep and this is my goodbye.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 9, 2011

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