The cutters lies,
The cutters tears,
The cutter shows blood to calm their fears,

The cutter hides,
The cutter Slides,
The glass upon their wrists,

The pain is gone when they see red,
But the scars are there left to dred,

The scar may heal above the skin,
But the pain is still the deep within,

The cutter doesn't want you to know or see,
Because maybe that cutter, might be me,
 
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