| i wrote this poem about myself Cuts she cuts just for the fun of it to watch the blood poor out the stinging pain of the steel it takes away the doubt she knows that with each cut she makes time ticks closer to her death her soul has died awhile ago there's nothing really left noone knows the pain she feels she keeps it deep inside she cuts to release the terrible secret the blood proves she's alive she's not really living in this life just a body moving along maybe if someone had come and saved her she wouldn't already be gone -atalantea- |