Cut
I don't really care if anyone likes this. This is just a way to get out my feelings, but is you do like it please comment.
The cool blade runs over my skin
Cool and unfeeling
It does not judge
It does not complain
It only cuts
Draws hot, red blood
It soothes my aching heart
Quiets my roaring emptiness
Why do I cut
I know I shouldn't
But I don't trust enough to tell
I don't trust at all
I am alone
My mother and father
Would never understand
They would just shake their heads
In shame
They'd ashamed of me
On the outside I’m the perfect daughter
But inside I’m burning with solitude
No understands
I do not cut for a particular reason
I just cut
And draw hot, red, sticky blood
Cool and unfeeling
It does not judge
It does not complain
It only cuts
Draws hot, red blood
It soothes my aching heart
Quiets my roaring emptiness
Why do I cut
I know I shouldn't
But I don't trust enough to tell
I don't trust at all
I am alone
My mother and father
Would never understand
They would just shake their heads
In shame
They'd ashamed of me
On the outside I’m the perfect daughter
But inside I’m burning with solitude
No understands
I do not cut for a particular reason
I just cut
And draw hot, red, sticky blood
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