Ode to Cutting (The Cutter) Date: Sunday, 2nd March 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: bobotheclown I hate this Its beginning to take its toll The cutting, burning, suicidal thoughts If you know what its like To wake up after a night, A night of being intimate with your razor The soreness, how worthless you feel Because you couldn't resist, just couldn't Maybe you've walked the same path as I, Maybe a little different In any case I extend my sympathies Can't pull myself out of this hole, This six foot hole Trapped 'n torn Bleeding, Oh God just stop!!! Kleenxes - red Bed - spotted red Heart - broken and confused I hate this terminal addiction Writing my story on my body Something only a few can translate And fewer those who can UNDERSTAND Pain commands my life Tears, crying on the last rung of life Trying to feel, but do I want to? When the only emotion discerned is pain Dancing in the coldness To same forever tune Oh, I hate this... I really do This poem is Copyright © bobotheclown Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=13597