Her eyes have seen a lot of things
throughout her troubled years
She held it back
and thought she'd crack
if she didn't show someone her tears
She called up her friend and she told her
how everything was making her blue
And somehow her friend
again and again
always knew what to do
But one day her mood sank really low
and she didn't tell her friend
No one knows why
she wanted to die
she wanted it all just to end
Her heart felt if it was shattered now
her many tears, what were they for
She looked around
and saw on the ground
a knife she never saw there before
Now in her room, the knife to her arm
a small voice told her to g
No one's around
She thinks to herself
No one here to see me break
So she does
Quiet tears turn to loud sobs
Pain echoed in every tear muffled moan
Why is it always like this?
Never happy, always sad
She thinks that she'll cry forever
But her tears soon subside
Replaced by that oh so familiar
Empty feeling
She doesn't want to go
Never wants to let go
Succumb to the emptiness
So she picks up a knife
And puts another cut in her arm
There are so many scars
Each one screaming
So much pain
The blood flows
Cleansing the hurt in her heart
She watches it for a while
The cleans it, covers it up
Feeling satisfied and better
She
12-18-02
"Diary of a Cutter"
The pain runs so deep,
No way to let it go.
I'm too afraid to let you in,
Too afraid to show.
So I sit here with my blade,
It's my only way to release.
I bleed my skin away
To find my inner peace.
The red river runs down my arm
As my pain screams to the physical.
But when the cuts begin to heal,
I'm still here feeling pitiful.
Once, twice, three times I slice
Each cut numbing the pain.
I cry out for someone to help me;
But, no one knows my name.
I am finished for the day,
My blade I once again hide.
Now I'm left with scars I don't need,
All the while...still bleeding inside.
~Melissa Munro~
CUTTER
Sweet pain, numbing pain
Drowning out the horrors of life
Nothing matters but the moment
Time stops and the world hazes in euphoria
When your eyes glaze as you stand before a
Door to an alternate reality
Away from the vanity of a race of insanity
Whose words cut deeper than any blade
Whose grip is tighter than any noose
That's why this pain, this sweet, numbing pain
Is the only source of comfort
When my mind averts from mental confrontation
And asserts itself on a singular sensation
I worry not of my impending return to mortality
A glide of the blade and I fly away
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