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Cutter
Copyright, Christine
Sometimes I cut my skin,
It puts me in control;
Everyone says that cutting's a sin,
But they don't know how it makes me whole.
Sometimes the only think that calms me,
Is seeing my own dark blood;
I feel better when it all runs free,
In a fantastic crimson flood.
Sometimes I feel a little pain,
But I can make it stop;
This problem I have has nothing to gain,
But I'm spinning like a psychotic top.
I don't know why I like this game,
I'm a cutter and I don't know why;
The scars I have cause me such shame,
And when I see them I just want to cry.