the cut <br />the tighten fist <br />the anger at one <br />the need to yell <br /> <br />sight of a razor <br />picking it up <br />looking at myself <br />everything built up <br /> <br />the need to release <br />razor moving down my arm <br />blood pouring out <br />felt of releasement <br /> <br />still so mad <br />picking up the razor <br />moving it up and down my arm <br />this time not stopping <br /> <br />blood rushing out <br />still cutting <br />cant stop <br />for now my arms are bloody <br /> <br />now I can stop <br />felt of releasement <br />everything has gone away<br /><br />Ashleigh Gaffney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cut-7/
