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Cutting
You can call me broken,
you can call me weak
you can laugh all you want
but my way of coping is unique
Every night I sit in the tub
Filled with water tight and snug
And I bleed.
Cutting is a drug
My cuts will heal
My heart will too
But I would quit being so mean
If I were you.
No one remembers that words hurt
They cut deeper than knifes,
And those who make fun are the reason we are losing lifes
you can call me weak
you can laugh all you want
but my way of coping is unique
Every night I sit in the tub
Filled with water tight and snug
And I bleed.
Cutting is a drug
My cuts will heal
My heart will too
But I would quit being so mean
If I were you.
No one remembers that words hurt
They cut deeper than knifes,
And those who make fun are the reason we are losing lifes
Published 20th Dec 2014
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