the one cut, by KristenAlger
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the cut it hurts
it really does
dont ask me why
cause i dont know
i have to do it
one day it will be deep
i will black out
i will not wake
i will never live
another day
the cut it helps
i dont know how
hiding it al the time
from family the ones who say
I LOVE YOU but dont mean it
they never have and never will. |
| Posted: 2008-02-09 07:44:00 UTC |
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| 2008-03-17 08:17:00 | Little Miss Meeks |
| There is someone out there who loves you! There always is! Remember that and remember that you're never alone! I feel like this sometimes and it's noway to live! Cutting helped me because it distracted me from the pain inside. I stopped and found something else to distract myself, I found people who loved me. It took me a while but it feels better after a while. Go and talk to someone, tell them what is going on. I like your poem by the way. |