Blades (Cutting) Poem by Caitlin KittyBear Daniel
Blades (Cutting)
So beautiful, so pretty
So damn perfect
So SHARP
What do I use them for?
Cutting of course
I thought I quit,
but apperently not.
I always thought of myself as a monster
Only because I cut
However, I'm cutting for the hell of it.
I don't have a reson
I just do it
I am what I want to be right?
Well if that's the case,
then I'm a frickin' doctor...
With a dirty little secret....
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5/2/2024 8:47:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Chilling.... I loved this poem... But I also hated it... Probably because I have some of the same feelings about myself... Great work