I used to be called the sl*t who cuts.
God is she nuts is what they would
say. I did it to feel happy even
though I still feel crappy.

The sl*t part came from doing stuff
with guys I wasnt going out with.
Everyone thought that part was a
myth. They all thought I was some
prissy girl who did everything
right.

So I stopped doing stuff with that
guy and started to die. So I wear
long sleeves to hide my scars
from my family and friends. Now
everyone knows so I dont have to
hide.

Well writing this poem about my
shitty life has made me take a
second look at my knife. Cutting is
addicting so now I am restricting
myself not to cut. Someone
please throw away ALL the knives
so I can have a better life.

So thats the story of how I came to
be known as the sl*t who cuts.
 
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