Author's Note: This poem is not merely for entertainment. I hope that each reader (look at me, assuming that one day there might be one) will become more aware of the world we live in and that maybe, he or she could step up and make a difference. It truly doesn't take much to change the story. You can change the story.
Who's that little cutter in the window sill,
With a knife in her hand
And blood on her arm?
Who's that little cutter in the window sill,
With a hatred of herself,
And addiction to self harm?
Who's that little cutter in the hall,
With sleeves up to her knuckles,
And fear up to her waist?
Who's that little cutter in the hall,
With actions turning to habits
And life turning to waste?
Who's that little cutter in the darkness,
With hair in her eyes
And shame in her soul?
Who's that little cutter in the darkness,
With an irreversibly broken spirit,
And unstoppable desire to be whole?
Who's that little cutter in the bathtub,
With her head underwater
And bones so cold?
Who's that little cutter in the bathtub,
With scars growing larger
And heart growing mold?
Who's that little cutter in the classroom,
With a mouth so quiet
And a mind so loud?
Who's that little cutter in in the classroom,
WIth a lack of self control
And talent for blending in with the crowd?
Who's that little cutter in the rafters,
With shivering fingers
And feet ready to step off?
Who's that little cutter in the rafters,
With a fragile being
And a heart too soft?
That "cutter" is you;
That "cutter" is me.
That little cutter is who we all could be.
So before you laugh,
And before you turn away,
Think of her as you
In another day.
So please reach out,
Do whatever you can.
Say a kind word,
Lend a helping hand.
It's never to late
To make a difference;
There is no cut-off date
To change the story.
Take a second look -
After all, this could be you.
Just give a smile,
Do what you can do.
Because before you know it,
It will be too late.
This person will be gone,
And you did nothing to lift the weight.
Author's Note: Would it kill you to sit next to the lonely girl in class? Would it kill you to smile at someone in the hallway, or just to say hello? Please...help. Do what you can.
