Cuts
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Skin as white as snow
Veins the color of grass
Heart as broken as a flower,
Each and every petal plucked
Mind as broken as a record machine
Reliving memories of pain
repeat-reapeat-repeating
Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists.
You use to hate the sight of blood,
But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
Beatings, bruising, cuts and scars
Smiles to hide the pain
Wishing on a shooting star
That I could fly away
Heartbreak, tears, screams and cries
Hidden day by day
Covered up with laughter
She didn't act like that
until they called her fat
then they called her ugly
Her best friend noticed what she was hiding
she saw the scars on her wrist
I guess she cut
But why?
Long sleeves in mid summer.
Always trying to trick the others.
Covering up what The Cat has done,
man many people are dumb.
Walkin around in a daze.
Putting fake smiles on your face,
Gripping the razor
She admires its silver tone
Exposing her wrist
She examines her canvas
She glides the razor
Ever so gently
Feeling the painful hole in her chest go away
She always looked for a silver lining
But never thought it would be a silver razor
One side dull
The other thin, sharp
Admiring it reflecting the single light in her room
Gripping it in one hand
I wish you could see
how i long for thee.
More than just predictably or physically,
but rather relentlessly
I don't think they realize
how staring at these walls
through blooshot eyes,
can slowly kill you.
You take so much in society
that it slowly eats away at your soul.
You begin to feel uncomfortabl
One last time i look in the mirror
my eyes red, blood shot
unfinished tears
running down my pale cheeks
my hair's a mess
tangled on top
i cant even bare to meet my own reflection
No one would guess.Who would have thought?But two and two is four.Put it together.It can't be that hard.Look at me. Can't you see the pain?Can't you see the hurt?I wear a smile
Time goes by I'm glad that you're gone
I hated everything about you
Your color,the way you tasted, even the way you looked
the pain you caused me by my peers will always be in my ears
there remarks on my tone
if I were you,
and you were me,
how happy then would I be?
I'd know how you feel,
and you I,
but would you be able to look me in the eye?
for you'd know my secrets,
all my lies,
The words scathing my ears, pouring from your mouth
You assume that I do not understand
But I suppose you haven't taken the time
To see the scars beneath my hand
You don't know my struggles
They never looked into your eyes to see the empty deadness.
They kept their eyes glued to your arms, looking for those crusted red lines.
some have battle scars some trip and fall some dive to the ground to make the winning score some rub against the brush on an adventure some have mean cats The scars I have hurt the worst They heal in a week or two But the scar in my head lasts f
A single breath
One with no meth
Last time, I agree
Never, now I see
My arms, in the light of the bar
Are covered in hundreds of scars
Some bottomless and some shallow
And my wallet, very hollow
sometimes i see sharp objects
blades that will pierce the skin
till red hot flames come out the body
in time the wound heals, it becomes
just a scar of what had been damaged
One cut that’s all I need just one
One turns into two and three
Then I hope I’m done,
But my mind had to disagree
She stands looking at herself with eyes of pure hatred.
She picks out every flaw, every mistake;
She burns that thought into her mind.
No one can bully her the way she bullies herself.
They call him broke and bummy
He got a 14 on his ACT, so no they're calling him a dummy.
the tiger.
he watches me.
he mocks me.
he destroys me.
his bright eyes watch.
his bold stripes warn.
his trained ears wait.
No one can see past the masquerade
As all my thoughts and feelings fade.
I can't either, I'm so lost
Maybe death won't come with a cost.
You care huh? Where were you when blood dripped down my arm? Where were you when my pillow soaked with tears? Where were you when I was drowning in my own tears? Where are you now.
