Cut
To cut
Takes away my inner pain.
It releases my emotianal state.
To watch the blood flow.
To me is not blood.
Its all the badness inside.
I have a load of bad feelins.
Inside eating away at me.
so when the razor.
Slices a new cut.
I no I can brake
Free for a short while.
Blood is red
Its precious to some.
To me its the bad
Stuff flowing away.
Do i have a desire to stop?
Yes I do
But for the moment I cant.
Mabey one day I will.
But as I feel
Everything is black
I have to
Get the badness out.
Blood of me
Is red
But should be black.
Some say im crazy.
Mabey I am
In their opinion.
In my opinion
Im not
It dont make me
A bad person.
Its just a tempory relaese
Its not permanant relaese
Only the scars are
Forever
But in time
They fade.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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