Just Another Cut Poem by Keelie Smith
Just Another Cut
Staring at the moon, wishing he was here with me.
To hold my hand and catch theese tears,
To guide me through theese misty years,
To make me smile, To make me laugh
To save this heart and keep it in tact
So I will not take this razor blade to my wrist
And wipe up the blood, like it is just another cut
I will not pretend that everything is fine,
And keep going on with theese lies.
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