It's all about love

One cut, two cut, Old cut, new cut.

I walk wearing a shirt that covered my chest,

I wear bands and bracelets to cover the rest.

I cover me legs, and I cover my neck.

Underneath of the clothes is a horrible wreck.

I go home everyday to relieve all the stress.

The scars are one reason for the modest dress.

I cut and I cut and don’t wish to stop soon.

I cut at seven o’clock, eight o’clock, and at noon.

I slit once for her mom, and once for my dad.

I slit once for the happiness that I never had.

I will cut once for you- 1cut and 2, old cuts and new.