Cut Poem by Brie Carter

To cut
Takes away my inner pain
To watch the blood flow
To me it is not blood
It is all the bad within

I have a loaf of bad feeling
Inside eating away at me
So when the razor
Slices a new cut
I know I can break
Free for a short while

Blood is red
It is precios to some
To me it is the bad
Flowing away

Do I have a desire to stop?
Yes, I do.
But for the moment I can't
Maybe one day I will
But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the bad out

Blood of me
Is red
But should be black

Some say I'm crazy
Maybe I am
In their opinion

In my opinion
I'm not
It don't make me
A bad person

It is just a temperary release
It's not a permanent release
Only the scars are for forever
But in time they fade...