I promised to stop. <br />I did. <br />Now, <br />I cut again. <br />School. <br />I don't tell her. <br />She doesn't ask. <br />She doesn't know. <br />Does she care? <br />No. <br />Why? <br />Because she doesn't know. <br />Sweet secrecy. <br />Do I feel alone? <br />Yes. <br />Does it matter? <br />Not really. <br />Why? <br />Because she doesn't know. <br />Just me <br />and my knife. <br />We, <br />us, <br />me and my knife. <br />I can live with that. <br />Can she? <br /> <br />Oct.-25-09<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-97/
