Cutting

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Some call it crazy

Some say it's sick

But I think it's freedom

The pain is fierce but quick

Some say that it's a sin

Just a little to risqué

But it helps release the pain

That I go through every day

The blade is sharp and cold

As it runs across my skin

Leaving me to ponder

And decide how deep I cut in

The icy chill running down my spine

Makes me feel at ease

I no longer feel like a coward

F**king up on everything with every breath I breathe

But some days I want to stop

Feeling like everything's wrong

Trying to let go of the blade

Sometimes I can but not for long

It's like I'm addicted to the pain

The feeling taking refuge in my veins

Leaving me feeling confused and alone

Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained

Burned into my skin forever

Becoming a part that I cannot escape

Sometimes I just want to hurt all over

To scream at the top of my lungs until they break

I want to escape from my sadness

It's taking over me

Why can't I just rest

Why won't it let me be

I just want to be

Sorry, I'm taking some of my works from my other story.. And I'm still just as horrid of a writer, but i try.

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