Have you seen my cuts, <br />Marked by the knife? <br />It's better than living in pain. <br />Better than dealing with my strife. <br />I see my silver razor <br />And it makes me want to do harm. <br />Seeing blood from my wrists, <br />Seeing blood from my arm. <br />The feeling of relief. <br />My cuts so cold and numb. <br />Some people may think <br />That this act is real dumb. <br />Who cares what other's think. <br />I have no reason to live. <br />This guy can die when you least expect it. <br />He has nothing left to give. <br />A cutter is what I am. <br />Help will never change me. <br />As I draw more toward death <br />What I am now, is what I want to be. <br />I don't care what other's say <br />Because cutting releases my pain. <br />I hope one day I cut too deep <br />And slice through a vein. <br />Some people just don't understand <br />How much pain I'm really in. <br />But I guess I hide it from the world. <br />Can't say what lies within. <br />Cutting is my escape <br />From this 'so-called' reality. <br />These scars are here forever. <br />Dark marks for all to see.<br /><br />Fernando Alvarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuts-2/
