Cuts

For me to know.

I held the blade in my hand,

Thinking where do I start, when do I end?

And then i thought where,

And I thought why do I want to hurt myself, why do I want to die?

I can't cut my hand nor my wrist, I am a tomboy I barely where a coat let alone a long sleeve shirt.

Not my waist or my neck, the scars would last longer, then soon I'd be dead.

So I finally figured a place to cut,

And that's for me to know,
And for you to NEVER find out!