Cut

March 10, 2009
By Anonymous

Hot tears of blood flow down my open wrist.
A substitute for the tears I cannot cry.
Numb, my body will make me feel.
Help me understand the wild emotions seizing my petrified heart.
All logic screams with every slash and scrape.
At a loss for words, the knife brings my life back, but only for a moment.
My strength has failed, what has happened to my Father?
I want to feel, to be understood, to learn to survive with the love I wish I had.


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