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Cutting Edge

 

I ran the blade across my arm

Not ever afraid to see

The dripping blood that followed

That left the inside of me.

I ran the broken glass across my arm

These cuts were ragged and sore,

But there was no doubt in my head

As my body screamed for more.

I ran the blade across my arm

Asif I was cutting through something unreal,

And the more I cut, the more I knew,

That I was too tired to feel.

I ran the broken glass across my arm

And tears were rushing to my injury,

But they just caused more of the pain

That was doing this to me.

I ran the blade across my arm

In a different world and a complete place

That hushed the sorrow I had become

And of it ever being there, left no trace.

I ran the broken glass across my arm

Trying to cut the anger and hatred away,

Because they were infecting my life,

And everything else that came my way.

I ran the blade across my arm

Just to feel better about being me.

I ran the blade across my arm

And was fulfilled in each moment of my misery.

 

♥ Tassha