Cut Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

To cut
Takes away my inner pain.
It releases my emotianal state.
To watch the blood flow.
To me is not blood.
Its all the badness inside.

I have a load of bad feelins.
Inside eating away at me.
so when the razor.
Slices a new cut.
I no I can brake
Free for a short while.

Blood is red
Its precious to some.
To me its the bad
Stuff flowing away.

Do i have a desire to stop?
Yes I do
But for the moment I cant.
Mabey one day I will.

But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the badness out.

Blood of me
Is red
But should be black.

Some say im crazy.
Mabey I am
In their opinion.

In my opinion
Im not
It dont make me
A bad person.

Its just a tempory relaese
Its not permanant relaese
Only the scars are
Forever
But in time
They fade.