Cut
At first it like whisper someone suggested in you ear
Cut
It be comes louder more constant like some keep poking you with a stick until you release
Cut
It tells you that you deserve it its not like anyone would care so you listen
Cut
Its voice becomes a demand like a vise grip around your throat you start to obey its every demand
Cut
You start to realise that you have as many scars as your hearts has been broken
Someone will tell you to stop don't listen to the noise
Hesitates
Cut
Its voice gets angry how dare you try to refuse it as you body is no longer yours your body becomes a vessel you use to survive the pain
Cut
You watch as you blood falls to the floor
'Stop'
A silent voice inside you head screams loudly but its to late
No more cutting
You are finally at peace
Cheshire: don't listen to the noise
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BROKEN late night thoughts
PoesíaThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black
