Cut The Flesh To The Bone
As Your Skin Burns and Bleeds But You Feel Better
Sitting In Your Room Crying Youself To Sleep All Alone
If Your Parents Saw The Cuts They Would Lock You Up In Fetters
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patrick this poem describes what i do more often than i used to i unfortunately have been a cutter for 10 years now and i hate it but this poem really touched me... <3saisha<3
wow, this is up there with one of the best I have read. It explains so much in so many ways. Beautiful poem darling..