Amy Kerswell

Rookie - 0 Points (04 06 1987 / Bath UK)

Bllod Tears1 - Poem by Amy Kerswell

The cuts I inflict.
The cuts I make.
Dosent hurt.
I'm alive.
I'm free for a while.

Till the blood dont stop.
As I watch the blood flow.
Its like im crying.
I have blood tears.

I cant never cry.
Have to run and hide.
Have to cut aand slash.
Its my only way.

What else can I do.
I'm broken inside.
Each cut makes me feel.
Human and alive.

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  • (3/8/2007 1:02:00 PM)

    cutting may seem like the answer like that its the only way to feel... like its the only to have a lil peace in ur life lke its ur way of handling things buts its not the way find a way to keep busy like writing more and more it does help
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006

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