December 16, 2008
By Marissa Diekhoff, Bloomington, IL

I'm cut up inside,
She's cut up out.
i close my eyes and that
shiny blade slices deeper and deeper.
I want to scream and shake her
until all the scars float away.
If she doesn't stop now,
that razor might go
straight through
the bonds of friendship
and stab me in the heart.
I'm cut up inside,
She's cut up out
and I don't know
what to do.

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