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A Cutters Life

Copyright, 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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