Poetry & Art Cuts.. by Silent Screamer 4/6/2011 written by Silent Screamer 4/6/2011 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. 6 comments 0 Email Related posts Disappointment. 10/25/2021 Shades of death 10/19/2021 why 10/13/2021 Remote Viewing… 9/21/2021 Kiss of Burning Ash 9/17/2021 Open your heart so we dont have to... 9/14/2021 Feminist rage 9/10/2021 Words I Can’t Say 9/5/2021 Burning Bridges 9/3/2021 Surfing Away From My Problems 8/25/2021 6 comments life sucks thin u die 4/6/2011 - 5:53 pm dont kill your self tonight talk to me hows your day. Log in to Reply Silent Screamer 4/6/2011 - 6:02 pm Terrible. Log in to Reply life sucks thin u die 4/6/2011 - 6:06 pm u wanna tell me about it. talking can help Log in to Reply 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. Log in to Reply scarswithmarshmellows 4/9/2011 - 9:37 am I’ve been cutting for 6 years. You could say I’m familiar with hiding. Log in to Reply 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. Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.