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Cuts..

by Silent Screamer
written by Silent Screamer

I have cuts on my arms,

My ankles,

My waist.

I try to cover up.

But it doesn’t matter anyway.

Its not like you will care.

I’m just another piece of sand.

I might kill myself tonight.

A wound that won’t mend.

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6 comments

life sucks thin u die 4/6/2011 - 5:53 pm

dont kill your self tonight
talk to me
hows your day.

Silent Screamer 4/6/2011 - 6:02 pm

Terrible.

life sucks thin u die 4/6/2011 - 6:06 pm

u wanna tell me about it.
talking can help

softsoul 4/7/2011 - 12:04 pm

SS, sounds like you didn’t have a whole lot of nurturing care growing up.

Doesn’t mean you aren’t absolutely entitled and deserve it. People care, sounds like you never had the chance to experience them is all.

Take care.

scarswithmarshmellows 4/9/2011 - 9:37 am

I’ve been cutting for 6 years. You could say I’m familiar with hiding.

Silent Screamer 4/9/2011 - 10:55 am

I didn’t do it. It was so weird howe I was ‘saved’.
Some kids ding-dong-ditched my house.
But at least it made me smile.
A rare occasion.
Not so happy about the not commiting suicide.

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