Cuts

One small cut upon your thigh.
One small cut please don't cry.
 One small cut on your wrist.
  One small cut just like this.

One small cut on your bust.
One small cut that's full of lust.
 One small cut is all it takes.
  One small cut is your mistake.

One small cut is never enough.
One small cut is less than great.
 One small cut leads to another.
  One large cut scares your mother.

One large cut in just the right place.
Make one large cut before it's to late.
 One small cut for goodness sake.
  One small cut leaves an ache.

One small cut followed by a large.
All of these cuts free of charge.
 One, two, three, and then four.
  Living life has become a chore.

So you make more cuts everyday.
Your eyes turn dull like the color grey.
 Your father now notices all of these cuts.
  Screaming and yelling driving you nuts.

You make another large incision.
This was not a wise decision.
 Your thigh where you cut covered in blood.
  Your body falls to the floor with an echoed thud.

Your mother comes running to your room.
She slams open your door with a loud boom.
  Seeing your body she cries in pain.
   Making a choice out of pure vain.

Grabbing your razor she holds it tight.
She presses it down in fright.
 One small cut on her side becomes an addiction.
  She wishes she'd never tried.