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Punching the glass, head in a whirl.
The noise of the shattering brightens her face,
It gives her such a sweet disgrace.
Cuts and blood she tries to hide,
She promises to put the razor aside.
It's not a big deal; I swear that I'm done,
It brings me tears; it's no longer fun.
On all the bad days, she sits by the wall,
Staring into the mirror, and then she began to recall.
I promised I wouldn't, I swear that was the last,
But wait all the hurting was all in the past.
I grabbed a hold and grasped really tight,
To make sure this pain was something to fight.
Moments like these she wishes she could hide,
Just like the cuts and the blood making her die.
Bloody Tears, Razor Kisses
The pain she must say, is something she misses.
All the cuts are self-inflicted,
But I swear to God, I'm not addicted.
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Cutting

Contributed by Lost4EvEr1541 on Thursday, 6th February 2003 @ 08:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I stare in the mirror at a horrified girl,
Punching the glass, head in a whirl.
The noise of the shattering brightens her face,
It gives her such a sweet disgrace.
Cuts and blood she tries to hide,
She promises to put the razor aside.
It's not a big deal; I swear that I'm done,
It brings me tears; it's no longer fun.
On all the bad days, she sits by the wall,
Staring into the mirror, and then she began to recall.
I promised I wouldn't, I swear that was the last,
But wait all the hurting was all in the past.
I grabbed a hold and grasped really tight,
To make sure this pain was something to fight.
Moments like these she wishes she could hide,
Just like the cuts and the blood making her die.
Bloody Tears, Razor Kisses
The pain she must say, is something she misses.
All the cuts are self-inflicted,
But I swear to God, I'm not addicted.

Copyright © Lost4EvEr1541 ... [ 2003-02-06 20:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Cutting (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 7th February 2003 @ 02:39:44 PM AEST
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I thought this was very well written. Kind of emotional and sad. But I think those are the best type of poems to read. And I can really relate to this poem. Once again, very well written.

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 11th February 2003 @ 02:51:23 PM AEST
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I'm beginning to feel more like this this was a great eye-opening poem. Thnx for posting it. Beautifully sad.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by Bizzy on Wednesday, 26th February 2003 @ 09:13:56 PM AEST
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Dear Lost, Your poem relates an important message and has nice poetic style. I read this because I wasn't sure what 'cut' meant. I'm a great-grandma and such things were not so common when I was a girl, but now I hear about it through my grandchildren. Its sad. I don't know what happened to the happy days of childhood and the high school years that were supposed to be so much fun. Bizzy

Re: Cutting (User Rating: 1 )
by Jilli_bean on Sunday, 4th May 2003 @ 07:25:34 PM AEST
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I liked...I used to be like that ....just staring at the wall thinking..about wanting to cut...b/c I had already let my friends down by doing it...then once I came out with it...i promised them i woouldnt do it again...so i wasted so much time ....just thinking ...at such a delusional state...it was very depressing...but Good job ..I loved

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