Cuts

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Drawing a sharp blade across your skin

To free yourself from the numbness within

They say you're just an attention seeker

As if you could possibly be weaker

They take you to a therapist

To talk things out

Where they expect you to cry, mourn, and pout

But this doesn't happen

No, not at all

You just sit there staring blankly at a wall

But why would they care

If you just sit there and stare

Because the scars on your body would tell more than your lips

But they always forget to check thighs and hips

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