A Cutters Tale

Scars will wound and scars will heal
This cutter’s life was sad
And her story I am left to reveal
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She weeps in corners and cries all night
But through the days her face is solemn
As she walks the halls despite her fright
She’s dressed in black n’ sleeves are long
People stop n’ stare and wonder, maybe...
Then hope their thoughts are wrong
She steps with courage despite her nightly tears
She shows no worries nor a care
She never hides away from the re-occurring fears
But in her head her thoughts are racing
For she knows each day she walks these halls
She’ll see the monster she can’t stand facing
But against her wishes she sees him every day
She just wants to yell and scream her story
But feels no one hears the words she has to say
When at home she’s trying not to cry
But the tears, they come, her courage breaks
Then she wonders why can’t she just lay away n’ die
She ponders death, but another choice is made
She’s not sure why she did it
But she sought help from a razor blade
She allows her blood to flow from open skin,
But To her, the blood n’ cuts are just a game,
A game she’ll always lose, she’ll never win
She just cries n’ cuts, cries n’ cuts
She doesn’t care what people think
She doesn’t care that her mother calls her nuts
She hurts her self and simply doesn’t care
If everyone is talking
Or if people aren’t aware
She can ignore the gossip and the talk
She’s ingnoring all the judgings
She ignores the hating world n’ makes her heart a rock
But at night, at home and surrounded by seclusion
She’ll grip tightly at her tool
And escape this horrid world to her blissful illusion
Until one day when someone asks “Why do you cut your arm?”
She stops n’ thinks about why her life is bad
She reaches a conclusion that causes much alarm
She says “I cut because I long to find escape,
from a world that shows no love and only hate,
I cut myself for freedom of my memories of rape!”
The words slipped out just as quick as she wanted them back
The person took her in their arms and said
“You don’t have to hide anymore, your future is no longer black.”
And the cutter cried her tears of joy
It was the first time she felt safe
Since she met that boy
Now she no longer hides her self away,
When she’s hurting or sad
And though her cuts have faded the scars are there to stay
And even though the cutter’s past is real
She opened up and let it out
And the cutter no longer cuts for she has learned to heal!