Forceful, thin, deep, yet alive. <br />Pretty Cuts lined up side by side. <br />Nice and straight, not to long or short. <br />Forget about life and letting it take its course. <br /> <br />Every night felt like giving up. <br />Staying up all night just crying. <br />Not slicing, just Pretty Cuts. <br /> <br />Not even a half of centimeter apart. <br />Hoping to bleed away whats torn from that heart. <br />That life, those friends, keeping everthing shut. <br />Looking and fantasizing about those Pretty Cuts. <br /> <br />Yelling and screaming, only in her head. <br />Going to sleep will help with any luck. <br />All those voices wanting her dead. <br />Lying for just being with those Pretty Cuts.<br /><br />Tiara Neal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-cuts/
