Cuts Poem by Lisa French
Cuts
I’m covered in scars
That were once cuts
There are new and old ones
Some as deep as my gut
They take away pain
For a short amount of time
Even though they hurt
It feels no crime
There’s one for her
There’s one for him
The one up my arm
Is one for Kim
There’s another for me
Also one from you
What about another one
Actually make that two
Watch me bleed
Hear me lie
Don’t pretend to care
I want to die
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4/24/2024 6:37:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
when theres nothing left and no one around, the cuts make the pain go away just for little while, it helps.people wont understand, no one understand individual pain. i know, i have dealt with it and i have the scars to prove it on both arms. deep poem, very, i really felt every owrd and understood it. i love this poem.