Cuts

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The cuts hurt

The scars burn

The blood stands still as my tears mix, Staining my past, present, and future

Letting there words get to me

Letting the pain go as there words slice me one at a time

My skin screams at the pain, but they wont stop

Silence is all my body wants

There harsh blades cant get me as i fade

Slowly killing myself, by staying alive

Just let me go

I just want rest

Tranquility is what I need

The inner battles slowly slipping away

The cut run deeper than my veins

One to the arm

Two to the leg

One to the mind

The last struck my heart

My pain is all you will fill

Now look at who is dead inside.

I personally don't cut, by want to spread awareness for those who do. There are other outlets you can use, seek help, or ask for guidance.

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