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Cutting Remarks

 
 
Razor flush against firm flesh
Cut flesh before family ties
You are a freak, good for nothing
Easily fleeced of your freedom
By predators who will just take
Alone in a darkened room
You sit in your own pile of shit
Despite no real bowel movement
Your eating disorders doing harm
You seldomly look in the mirror  
You wonder when you got so ugly
The voices in your head get to work
They tell you that you are fat, ugly,
Stupid, worthless and just too weak
Your chosen predator agrees with them
He tells you he loves you but your broken
In your mind, your body and your soul
All he really wants from you is fuck and suck
The room closes in the demons come
He's drunk and passed out in the other room
All the hurt and pain from your entire life
Visits you in order to point and laugh
You feel worthless and unliveable
You don't even believe your own mind
Your mind is active but beaten down
It knows how special and pretty you are
It knows you are smart and talented
It realises toxic people need removed
It screams at you not to listen to the voices
But the voices bellow much, much louder
You become an emotional boiling kettle
The pressure continues to build and build
It becomes overwhelming, unbearable
Yet again the Razor flush against firm flesh
You have to try and release some pressure
The razor cuts with that burning sensation
One cut is never ever enough, you do more
Six times the razor sears your flesh, blood flows
Kitchen towels to mop up and stop the bleeding
Unfortunately the only thing that has changed
Is that you have 6 more scars to try and hide
The demons point at you and laugh heartily
Well let's face it they did an excellent job
The voices in your head sing a new song
About you being so mega stupid to cut
Your own flesh six time and how easy you were
I cut myself three times with my own razor
Representing family members to disown
And as a result of a promise made
I felt no better I just felt lost
Is that how it is with you
Lonely, depressed and lost
Let me help you put your burdens down
You are worth much more than you realise
Let all razors be blunted and rusted
Let the voices and demons fall silent
There is only one real cure
The love of another
who cares for you more than himself
Who puts you and your needs first
Who is always loving and caring
Someone you never need to fear
Someone who won't abandon you
Someone who'll take good care of  your heart and soul
A person that makes you feel special
A person the recognises your beauty
Search carefully never settle for second best
You are a cut above;  you just don't know it yet
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
Published | Edited 19th Apr 2018
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