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Cuts For The Birthday Girl

Cuts scar my arm
And tears roll down my cheeks,
Blood seep out the torn  skin
as my will is once again broken.

Blood covered razors
Lay across my bed.

The voices scream inside
My head yelling at me.

Happy birthday, I tell my self
Taking a razor and cutting my arm.

No one will notice the cut that boldly
declare themselves on my body and soul.

Cuts cover my arm and wrist with
Many more to come .

The pressure and pain consume my mind ,
It was my birthday but that wasn't important
I'm not important.

It's like I don't exist unless I'm being blamed
For somthing.

So, happy birhtday to me as I cut myself
Again.

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  • Never Fall in Love
    August 6, 2007
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    "It's like I don't exist unless I'm being blamed
    For somthing."

    That has got to be my most favourite line. I recently made 17 and well ... it was a boring boring day ...

    After the first few hours ... your birthday is just another day to everyone else.

    NeveR ♥


  • Miss J
    June 24, 2007
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    Yikes! This poem is pretty intense! It's like you got into the mind of what a cutter goes through.


  • silent pain17
    June 24, 2007

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    wow

    " it's like I don't exist unless I'm being blamed for something " I know how you feel... this was a great poem.