A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Cutter

I love how the

sharp green of

the grass and

the trees

contrast with the

gray of the sky.

When the streets

are slick

with the fresh rain,

and the air is

thick, it

completes the look.

Makes the scenery.

When I walk

alone down a

gravel road.

Groveling in sadness.

Heartache radiating

through every part of me.

I'm both alive with

emotion and

dead.

Blood stains

my fingertips.

I'll tell my mother

I tripped...if

she even notices the

cuts that cover

nearly every inch

of my body.

This is the life

of a cutter.