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Cutting
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
604
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cutting
You tell me I cut to die,
but I tell you I cut to live.
To know that in some way
I can still feel.
Being numb for so long
and knowing in some sick twisted way
that I still have emotions.
Even if it's only pain and anger
and sadness ....... and hurt.
The crimson river flowing
and all my problems flowing
away with it.
I knew you would never understand.
I couldn't make you.
Cutting to live, to feel,
not to die.
I couldn't stop myself.
It was like a fine wine,
like an addiction
I couldn't beat.
Nothing helped,
nothing stopped the pain,
except the red tide.
Like a silver snake
kissing the skin.
Skin gently parting beneath
cold metal.
Not cutting to die,
but cutting to live.
copyright Rhiannon 2004
but I tell you I cut to live.
To know that in some way
I can still feel.
Being numb for so long
and knowing in some sick twisted way
that I still have emotions.
Even if it's only pain and anger
and sadness ....... and hurt.
The crimson river flowing
and all my problems flowing
away with it.
I knew you would never understand.
I couldn't make you.
Cutting to live, to feel,
not to die.
I couldn't stop myself.
It was like a fine wine,
like an addiction
I couldn't beat.
Nothing helped,
nothing stopped the pain,
except the red tide.
Like a silver snake
kissing the skin.
Skin gently parting beneath
cold metal.
Not cutting to die,
but cutting to live.
copyright Rhiannon 2004