Cut my hands
Slash my face
Not of the human race
Make me ugly
Make me scarred
Socially I’m barred
Hurt my outside
Not within
That would be a sin
What you see
Is what I get
It helps my blood to let
One pain gone
One replaced
So what if I’m de-faced
It’s what feels good
I knew it should
Just leave me, if you would
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
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