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I see her with a careful eye
A fake smile she wears, her clothes no rips or tears
Eyes damp with sorrow, but nobody sees the pain she is hiding well
Until her skin begins to swell
Her bumps and bruises show
Why is she healing so slow
She tries to hide them by covering herself up
as she watches her father drink until he reaches the end of the cup
One of his hand is all it takes when he reaches and slaps her across the face
She falls to the ground and nobody makes a sound
His back he turns and walks away, and her addiction began that day
Hard to stop but easy to begin as she puts the razor blade against her skin
The cut is deep but she breaths a sigh of relief
Blood trickles down her skin as she continues to do it again and again
The blade becomes her new best friend and long sleeves are her new trend
But she doesn't realize her addiction needs to end before she finds herself dead
Her father is drunk once more, the next morning she wakes up sore and bruised
Now a knife she begins to use
Cuts run up and down her arm at every wakening alarm
Bloodstained clothes covers the paths she chose
Yet another time is all it took, just one more hit and she was shook
No escape for me now but only one she thought as she ran and got her knife
Ready to take her life
Later she was pronounced dead sprawled out on her bed
The reason she held in her hand, a butcher knife with blood even on the band
Seeing her was a sorry sight
Looking at her throat and wrists that she sliced
On her one very last night



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sadesdd said...
Feb. 1, 2013 at 2:24 pm
This poem touched me very deeply. I have also written a poem about cutting but the ending was quite different. I like yours waaaay better because it goes deeper into the story of the girl. Thank you for writing this beautiful piece.
 
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