Forceful, thin, deep, yet alive.
Pretty Cuts lined up side by side.
Nice and straight, not to long or short.
Forget about life and letting it take its course.
Every night felt like giving up.
Staying up all night just crying.
Not slicing, just Pretty Cuts.
Not even a half of centimeter apart.
Hoping to bleed away whats torn from that heart.
That life, those friends, keeping everthing shut.
Looking and fantasizing about those Pretty Cuts.
Yelling and screaming, only in her head.
Going to sleep will help with any luck.
All those voices wanting her dead.
Lying for just being with those Pretty Cuts.
Tiara Neal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-cuts/
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