Slit

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It's that rush of adrenaline that comes with the cut,

The satisfaction that comes once the red leaks out.

The release. The peace. The freedom.

But after comes doubt, worry and pain,

So much that you threaten to do it again.

You scar your skin, your heart and your mind.

It slowly takes over, the monster inside.

The anger fades and turns into tears,

The words you hear just burn your ears.

A waterfall comes, a downfall of pride,

The hurt is screaming but you try to hide.

No one bothers to see the real you,

Don't bother to see what you go through.

Friends you thought you had are gone,

Oblivious to what you've now become.

You're a wreck, you cry yourself to sleep,

Hoping one day you'll no longer be weak.

That won't happen, you're 'fat', you're 'dumb',

But really all you are is numb.

I'll try to stand up, try to move on,

Try to move my life along.

But it's hard out there,

With no one to care,

Names to be called,

Being pushed and pulled,

It's getting too much,

It's clawing out,

I'm bursting my lungs with my scream and my shout.

I cry out in help,

I yelp and I yelp,

I watch my blood glisten,

But no one will listen.

There's no one to call to, no one to see,

And no one ever sees the real me.

I guess it's okay, I like it that way,

On my own, and out of play.

A broken soul is all that's here,

Corrupted and lifeless, tainted with fear.

But I guess sometimes I want to depend,

On someone I can call my true friend.

But I shouldn't put hope on something so far,

So here I slit and watch myself scar.

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A tale of a girl locked up in a crate,
Stored in a body that's smothered in hate.
Some may claim it as cliché,
But don't judge 'til you, go through it some day.

She wanted to escape her troubles quickly,
Harming her body was what made her feel free.
'It helps the torture,' she tries to reason,
But now she's become the knife's true victim.

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Cutting is something a lot of us try,
Whether it's petty or rather to die.
We're only given one chance at life,
Don't waste it with the slip of a knife.

Thanks for reading! - Ella

Remember most people can be healed, much like a cut.

But I said most, not all. And lets not forget, cuts leave scars.