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Cutting
Copyright, Kristin
The act of slicing you arms.
The feeling of the pain in the
Nerves.
The replacement it serves.
Every cut with a different emotion
Behind it. The release it gives.
The secret it that lives.
The guilt that you get.
The world that you end up in.
You feel like you’re flowing through
With no end.
The spinning feeling like you’re in a room
Of mirrors and can’t find your way out.
It’s like losing control over everything, and
Can’t get the breaks to work.
It’s like a sickness that’s hard to break.
It’s something that you learn to hate.
But you can’t stop, cause it takes the
Pain.
You feel like you’re going insane.
Cutting. Say it with me cutting doesn’t
Sound so bad. Call it what it is though
Self-mutilation. Now you get a different
Reaction.