CUTS
She's miss originality
Won't let anyone tell her what to do.
She is who she pleases, and does what she wants
She holds so much pain inside of her
She doesnt know what to do
But if u look closly
She'll see right through you
She'll start with the feet, where no one can see
Then become braver, and make it to the wrist
Why does she cause such physical pain, no one can deal
And she calls out for your hand
But she knows u can't heal
So she'll cry at night
In the shadows of her room
Where deep down in her heart
She seaches for the light...
Bec Spence, 8- 4- 01
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