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One Cut
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Sad One cut for the pain
One to cover the lies
One to mask the truth
And another to hide inside
Ill quite pretty soon
I swear
Just a slash here
a gash there
I promsie it helps
I swear it wont make things worst
It helps I swear
Just a couple more each day
getting deeper and deeper
Things will get better soon
and then I can quite
but until then
one cut to feel
one slash to hide
another to live
and the last to die
And yet another poem that I can relate to so well. Wonderfully written, I might add. It really shows how easily cutting becomes an addiction. And how quickly it turns from a simple release to a very lethal problem. I know that feeling. I hated that feeling. I still find myself thinking sometimes how one cut couldn't hurt, and it's a stuggle not to do anything. Great poem, once again.
~angel