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