The Pattern Of My cuts {poem. Depressing but w/e}
Posted on: August 4, 2008, at 11:54:14pm

Cut once to let free,
cut more to hate me,
cut again to save me,
sorry darlin but im dyin.

Oh baby the cuts tell a story,
each one it its rightful place,
each blood dripping painstaking cut worked out perfectly.
Look at my cuts,
look at how they design,
how they make a picture of life if it loved me back with hearts divine.

The cuts hate the world,
making it known on my arms,
reppearing on my wrists as well as my hips and my thighs.

Most cuts have a slant to show precision,
while mine criss cross over each other nothing forgiven,
the pattern of my cuts bleed true,
that life will never love you.

Life will never accept you, will never get an I do,
will never have the boys drool,
maybe even drop out of school.
The world around you,
are the pattern of my cuts.