Poems for Everything (Part#1)

Cut, Slice, Rip

**I wrote this so I didn't cut.

Cut, slice, rip.

That's what

I want to do.

Bleed, scream, cry.

My life is worthless,

My skin needing to be ruined.

I pick the blade up,

I offer a cear spot

of worthless skin.

I cut deep to

slice my skin till

it rips right up.

My ankle bleeds,

and I hold in a scream,

and just silently cry.

Blood runs in the shower

I sit down, my ankle throbbing

and I cry till the water goes cold.

I stand and turn the water off,

I wrap the towel myself,

Then I stumble to my room.

No one knows my secret.

No one needs to.

I will die by slicing my soul out.

"I am sorry."

Those will be my

last words.

The scars on my body,

Scream to be noticed

But I silence them with clothes.

No matter how deep I cut,

it won't be deep enough

and my life continues.

Until someone sees my cuts.

Until someone stops me.

But I can't stop until them.

It's a habbit.

I don't tell them that I cut,

and they don't ask.

Then my true love is gone,

leaving me in the dust.

Leaving me in pain.

I cut more.

I bleed more.

I cry more.

I'm alone.

I'm bleeding.

I'm cryin for help.

Cut, slice, rip.

Please help me.

Bleed, scream, cry.