The Family Of Cutters Poem by Andreas Rubin

I love you
I think of you every night
You make me live
You supply me with power
I love your hatred against my skin,
it builds me up, it recreates me.
What have you done?
You've cheated on me
with my sister?
I can't believe you
I thought I was special
But I was wrong
Now I have to tell Mother
to destroy you. Tell her to throw
you away.
Because you have defiled
my sister with your blade.
Mother and Father will be
glad to finish you off.
I love how you pierced my skin
But we cannot be seen together
anymore because you're a
cheat, a very dreadful evil thing
you are. I hate you, cannot stand you.
No Longer Be Mine, I cry, I cry.
I Whine. We are the family of cutters
-YOU ARE NOT ONE begone, begone.