One Little Cut Poem by Melanie Weeks

Here we go.

A cut for each temptation he brings,
A cut for each one I resist.
A cut for each one that I resit,
But don't want to.

Yes, I broke my promise,
Yes I regret making that promise.
A select few of the ones,
That I promised to,
That I wouldn't do this,
They'll be upset,
They'll be ok.

It was just one little slit.
So tiny no one will knowtice.
It's ok.

It's so pretty,
Like an annoying itch,
But so helpful.
I don't wanna kill myself,
When I see that
Little blood,
On my left pointer finger.

I try to make more come out,
I'm crying for broken promise's.
I'm such a darn hypocryte.
I SHOULD be tortured.......

Yet, here I am,
Wanting to do it again.

I want one back again,
I still love him.
But there's one more,
You see,
That I don't know if
I'm IN LOVE,
Or just love him as the
Best friend that he was.

Maybe a cut tomarrow, for each.
And maybe another for hurting my
Current boyfriend.

I'm so stupid.
How can I be so evil.
I should just let
My enemy torture me.
Exactly like he want to.
I deserve it.

I only regret the broken promise,
Not the act.