Cutting Poem by tiffani hamilton
Cutting
Everyday I sit and cut.
Their opinions are so blunt.
I keep my feelings in cage.
While on my hips i take out my rage.
This is the way I have cope.
With me and this I have no hope.
I don't think things can get any better.
I'll just cover it up, in the sleeves in my sweater.
Nobody will bother to check.
Because nobody thinks I'm a wreck.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
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