the razor blade pressing against my wrist <br />like a peircing kiss <br />i press down harder and the blood seeps through <br />i feel pain no more <br />this is all part of my sick little game <br />their wet and red... fresh and new <br />im not ashamed at all of wat i do <br />they get harder to hide from seeking eyes <br />more and more scars cover my skin <br />all the braclets.. they cover them up <br />but they still dont take away all the pain and hurt <br />it hurts the same if nobody knows... the pain never goes <br />i cut to feel alive <br />its just something iv got to do <br />it something i wish to hide... i wish i wouldnt do <br />when things get real bad i get out the blades and just cut away <br />all the cuts that help me get through another day <br />this time.. i went to far... i cut to deep <br />losing tons of blood... i begin to fall <br />this is my little secret... i wont say a thing... not at all<br /><br />Kooky Kailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuts-pretty-little-cuts/
