Kinsey
The Cuts
Copyright Kinsey
I cut so that people can’t see
The pain that runs inside of me
The pain runs deep beneeth my skin
It seems like I can never win
People talk like I’m not there
But then they’ll act like they care
But I don’t fall into their stupid skeem
So I bite my tongue so I don’t scream
Cutting is just my numbing pain
It makes me feel like I’ve had novicane
Little, big, they differ in size
After I’m done, I don’t feel to wise
It hurts at first, but it soon leaves
For pain inside it soon relieves
The pain is gone for only a short time
But the feeling I get, makes me feel so high
Feelings
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She cries at night
When she’s at home
Out of sight
And all alone
No one’s there
To dry her tears
No one to care
About her fears
Her wrists are scarred
From her feeling of dispare
Her stomach is starved
Because she just don’t care
She lies in bed
Awake all night
Clearing her head
To make things right
She just can’t do it
It’s just too tough
To forget this shit
She’s had enough
Her days are getting longer
And she don’t know why
Her classes are harder
She’s back to being shy
She don’t want people to know
About what she does
She don’t want people to show
That they hear cuss
She wants to be alone
All the time
She never goes home
She feels like slime
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