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Home > Poetry > A Cutters Life A Cutters LifeCopyright, Phyllis She holds her arms up to the light Afraid to see the horrible site Her arms are scarred with cuts of pain Left to show the lasting pain of life Her eyes fill up with those salty tears Doing this to herself for all these years The time has come to make a change But it's too late to heal the pain Mom and dad don't really care about Their sweet little special girl She's so lost, so dazed, and confused Where to turn and what to do about the pain That's been in her life and in her soul The world turns empty and really cold She's no one special in their eyes The pain's inside wishing for air She takes her blade and slits it there The blood rushes out and the pains long gone But in her heart it's always there She's left alone to swallow her fears and left alone with so many tears She'll get better maybe someday Look back on those years and cry in tears For those were the years she died in fear |
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