Cut - Poem by Samantha Arnold
There have been times in her life
where she’s been lost in a trance,
she wants to cry,
she feels so alone.
Her heart skips a beat,
then it races,
an erratic thud of her past she wish she never had.
An addicted adrenaline rush,
the tease of the first cut.
As her pain drips down her arm,
she begins to weep.
A split second is a life time of memories.
A silent cry of S.O.S will never erase the thoughts that haunt her mind.
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