Paper-Cut

Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Long jagged cut thru my soul

Tiny little red mark  leaving so much pain

So tiny you can't see it

Growing bigger inside me

Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Depression boils stronger

I slowly grow weak

Becoming so unstable no one can stop it--

But me

Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Losing so much sleep

Not eating anything

To sick to do anything

Anything but weap

So much like a paper-cut

Sliced in my chest

Takes so long to heal

Just like---

A paper-cut.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Paper-cuts hurt.

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Eric Cockrell's picture

so do cuts to the heart... but only the scarred heart can really see beauty... well written poem eric

Cat Deale's picture

Yeah...the cuts that are the smallest hurt the most Get better Robin! (you said you were not feelin well the other day):*( ~^^~