Cutting Poem by Shauntae Taylor

Cutting



Cutting is my way to cope
Instead of hanging my self with a rope.

I take the blade and cut my flesh
Just to get satifastion.
Sometimes just to have a scar.

Scars to remind me of the pain.
Scars to remind me of what I've gain...

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