The Cut

May 22, 2008
By Lynsey Farnsworth, Charlotte, NC

I cut myself today
And tried not to cause a scene
The blood quickly poured out
My own internal scream
I cover up the blood
And try to blend into the crowd
My insides cry for help
But my lips don’t make a sound
You hear these words and wonder
Who could I possibly be?
I’m your daughter, your friend, your classmate
I’m the girl you never see
I’m a model, actress, singer
An athlete, honor student, friend
I am a girl who dreams of suicide
On this rope, I am at the end
I am by myself
Alone in the way that I feel
I am full of hopes and wishes
I wish this life weren’t real

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