Six Cuts

In the first I feel hysteria, I don’t care

Cut two starts to bleed like the anger that rules me

Cut three I feel such despair in my soul

Cut four I could cry lakes of tears through sorrow

Cut five, it seems not so bad anymore

And in six I realize the pain that I’ve caused

The mess I’ve made of my body, scarred it once more.

By Gemma Lansdowne