Know It Why, ' Your Cut Poem by James McLain

You do not need that kind of pain
lovely, 'dear why I can see your cuts.
Deep inside your heart.
Cutting on your arms,
those legs,
I will one day, need to see.
Scars of what, you can't erase
the pain inside your head.
Moon smiles down.
Your flashy smile those pretty teeth
so white.
The lovely smile kept hidden deep,
contained within your silky,
cotton face is golden you are satin.
Breathing free beneeth the sun.
Breathing free,
begin to run, stand out with him be free.