blade rushing down on the mound of flesh used to create an imaginary world. blood flows freely to give you everlasting happiness.. a blade takes place of the friends you never had. a piece of mind letting go to know you are really alive and bleeding out life. arms cut open the bones nearly stick out. making you laugh as though you just heard a joke for the first time. a leg torn to shreds making you cry, like a bad beating your dad gave you on your 12th birthday for spitting in the cake. a scar across your cheek..a reminder of pain...the time you used a shovel to hit your dead mother over the head for putting you through such hell. and the wrists bleeding...the way your sister and brother died..wanting to follow in their footsteps you cut away too. and say to your self, daddy, you never loved me either..i was just another one of your image created beings you wanted publicity for with mommy...then i slowly die...
Reason for writing:
i wrote this about my friend who was a cutter and into a deep depression..who hated everyone and everything...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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