Just a cut,
Just a scratch,
“What’s that mark?”
“It’s just a cat.”
Just an excuse,
Just another lie,
“What’s with all the bracelets?”
“Just fashion, why?”
Just a tear,
Just a scream,
“Why were you crying?”
“Just a bad dream.”
But it’s not just a cut,
Or a tear, or a lie,
It’s always,
“Just one more”,
Until you die.
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I do not cut but i understand the sad logic behind the act. This is such a powerful poem.
indeed and it’s really good that you don’t cut, keep strong:)
Nice.
thank you:)
IVE ALWAYS BEEN SO SCARED OF CUTTING MYSELF. I ONLY HAVE THREE MARKS ON MY BODY. BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM.
thank you, it’s really hopeful that you don’t cut, stay strong 🙂
Beautiful writing, Kelly. I’ve never cut myself but I relate completely. xxx
thank you so much:) it’s not mine but I liked it, so I posted it 🙂 stay strong