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Cutter
I am ashamed of where
Blood was drawn.
And no one noticed.
My scars are the only sign.
The only sign of how I feel.
I scream in silence.
I cry in fear.
In fear, that I cannot feel
In fear, that I cannot deal
Should I whisper my secrets?
To be betrayed.
Alone with my thoughts,
I go crazy.
And still ashamed,
Of the scars on my wrists
Of the scars on my cheeks
Reminders forever.
Blood was drawn.
And no one noticed.
My scars are the only sign.
The only sign of how I feel.
I scream in silence.
I cry in fear.
In fear, that I cannot feel
In fear, that I cannot deal
Should I whisper my secrets?
To be betrayed.
Alone with my thoughts,
I go crazy.
And still ashamed,
Of the scars on my wrists
Of the scars on my cheeks
Reminders forever.
Published 17th May 2011
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18th May 2011 00:32am
I liked reading your poem jhforever, would you mind if I wrote it in my notebook?
18th May 2011 9:40pm
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22nd Jun 2012 7:58pm
I usually have a natural dislike for cutting poems but I loved this! Thanks for sharing
26th Oct 2012 2:45am
I would just like to tell you that when most people see a cutting poem they immediately roll there eyes. Not because the poem in it of itself is terribly written (though poems like these often are) but people like to question the motive behind it.
It is most unfortunate that all too often these kinds of poems are written by teenage emo's as a cry for attention.
All and all I do hope you are feeling well. write on sister (or brother), write on.
17th Dec 2012 7:12pm
I would have like to see more done with this piece but i did enjoy it and can relate.
thank you
~GreenEyeSeductress~
thank you
~GreenEyeSeductress~
