Dark Poetry - Just A Cut Poem by Kieran J1996
Dark Poetry - Just A Cut
Salt in the wound,
Making it sting,
They ask me what sucks,
I reply, everything,
They ask me if I'm hurt,
They ask me why I cry,
I can't tell them the truth,
And so I lie,
I say a small cut,
Which is partly true,
They would hate me,
If only they knew,
I don't tell them about the slits,
Nor about the scars,
I just tell them I fell,
While gazing at the stars...
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4/23/2024 4:43:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pain can sometimes take the pain away. Then again, so can poetry. Good poetry, at that.