Confessions Of A Cutter!

READ! As I press the blade...
Silence,
Only tears,
As I press the blade,
Against my pale skin.
Red,
The blood flows,
From the wounds,
Echoing my inner pain.
Satisfaction,
As I feel the knife,
Slicing into me,
I only deserve pain.
Anguish,
As I realize what I’ve done,
I feel accomplishment,
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin.
Stares,
People are horrified,
Don't understand why,
Neither do I !

By hannah gilkes
Published: 10/4/2006
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