With the razor kissed wrists <br />this is my bright red scream <br />as I press down harder blood begins to surface <br />I convince myself 'you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it' <br />You convince yourself that there is no pain <br />I try to forget <br />it's just my sick little game <br />I'm ashamed of what I do <br />As time goes by they get harder to hide <br />more and more skin with scars on the outside <br />Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt <br />It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the way it goes <br />Cut to feel alive, it's something I know is real <br />It's something I wish I could hide, something I didn't have to feel <br />When things get too bad it's first instinct to just cut away <br />Cut away, make some new scars to just get through the day <br />This time it got out of hand, cut too deep and can hardly stand <br />Losing way too much blood and I begin to fall <br />This will be my little secret, I won't say anything at all<br /><br />Kendra Sullivan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-cuts/
