If my life were a movie
The director’s favorite line would be cut
Cut, cut,
I’m cutting.
I’ve cut.
Sliced my arms to cut me down to size
Have perfectly drawn the word hate
Right on into my leg
If etch and sketch was three d
Then I’d have etched it perfectly
I’ve penetrated my rib cage
In an attempt to end the pain
Of a broken heart
I cut and cut deep
Until my cuts were making my ribs
Look dramatized
After all that’s what this life
Is.
Drama.
Everyone always breaking people down
And brewing lies
Ruining lives
Increasing the sales rate
Of cutting knives
I represent an entire mass of people
Who have experienced the evil
Of words
True or false
They can hurt
People can concoct the worst things about you
But some don’t hurt nearly as bad
As all the things true
That they spread like butter
To make their life look better, they use dull
Butter knives
Mustnt trust themselves with sharp knives
Knives used to kill or punish
Pain, punish, pain, punish
You do it so much it’s starting to be funnish
Your starting to get an adrenaline rush
Starting to slowly get addicted
Who caused this?
A dick did.
An ex boyfriend, lost best friend
A parent
Its all sketched in your veins
Your cutting to get the story out
Shout it out shout it out
Or internalize
Lies lies lies
I despise
All those who ever told me I was worthless
Told me I didn’t mean anything in the world
No one would love me
Or ever want me to be their girl
One cut two cut three
You see? See see how quickly lies turn into lines
All neatly carved just above the most important veins
Because the pain
Takes over ones brain
So instead of getting it right
We cut it out
Bury our face in shame
And blame
Blame everyone who lit the first match
That burnt our paper hearts down
Everyone who has knocked us around
Don’t you remember?
Glass and rocks aren’t a good mix
But the shards of glass are a good fix
We pick up the shattered pieces
And create more broken
But nothing worse than the broken hearted
Look at what it is you have started
A massive phenomenon of all the lives that have ever gone wrong
Wrong
Youre wrong
Im wrong
We are all in the wrong
And everyone is going to pay
You may not choose to cut it away
But this life isnt free
Its time to pay your bills
Or someone is getting killed
Suicide
Death by lies
You decide.
All fingers crossed,
That was the end of the scene
Hopefully, there will be, no more cutting.