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Cuts
A call for help.
A secret that keep in the dark.
The tears I shade for myself and maybe someone else.
The want to stop that but I can't.
The thing, I look to when I'm sad.
The red blood means, revenge,hate, my sadness.
Those cuts, what keep my sanity or what left.
They make me guess what, I keep living for.
It what keep my tears from crying in vein.
But one day those cut will not make me.
I find out I'm not worth.
Then I will start cutting everyone else to find out.
Just me and my cuts looking for, what left of me.
- by DarkKittyMyauChi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/07/2008 |
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- Title: Cuts
- Artist: DarkKittyMyauChi
- Description: The only thing I have left.
- Date: 10/07/2008
- Tags: cuts
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Comments (3 Comments)
- xx--Moonlit Misery - 12/19/2008
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good poem...
if you really cut yourself though, do what the other girls suggest...
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- kait x deidei - 10/07/2008
- awsome poem if that happned to you and you cut yourself realx. you can stop just take everday one step at a time i cant say your worth more i dont know you ,but you think about it and make the desisone
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- Sean Brennans wife - 10/07/2008
- Don't let's be silly, go see a therapist! That's what I did and now I'm all better.
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