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To Cut or Not To Cut
To cut or not to cut
That is the question...
My skin is shifting
Underneath, something stings
If I open slits in my back
Will I grow wings?
My blood is singing to me
A comforting lullaby
I'm just cutting a little
I'm not saying goodbye.
My mind convinces me
It's not that bad, right?
What a relief it'll be
Spilling my blood at night.
It would hurt others to know
Do they even care?
They won't stop me
They wouldn't dare.
To cut or not to cut
That is the question.
That is the question...
My skin is shifting
Underneath, something stings
If I open slits in my back
Will I grow wings?
My blood is singing to me
A comforting lullaby
I'm just cutting a little
I'm not saying goodbye.
My mind convinces me
It's not that bad, right?
What a relief it'll be
Spilling my blood at night.
It would hurt others to know
Do they even care?
They won't stop me
They wouldn't dare.
To cut or not to cut
That is the question.
Published 10th Jun 2013
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10th Jun 2013 11:34am
25th Dec 2014 1:32am
Love the second stanza,
"My skin is shifting
Underneath, something stings
If I open slits in my back
Will I grow wings? "
Great imagery! Makes me think of a metamorphosis...
"My skin is shifting
Underneath, something stings
If I open slits in my back
Will I grow wings? "
Great imagery! Makes me think of a metamorphosis...
