EveryCliche (ryden_obsessed) wrote in emopoetsociety,

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One Last Cut

She kept your secrets
Hidden in a blade
Tucked safe away
In the bathroom drawer
The memory remains
Of steel on skin
As crimson tears slowly drop
Blood meets tile
Once again
The kiss of death
Bestowed to her
One last cut
To stall the tears
One last cut
To control her fears
One last cut
To let go of her rage
One last cut
To overcome her pain
With her tear stained face
And blood shot eyes
She said
One last cut
But she cut to deep
Listen and comprehend
The story of this girl
Once she was you
Once she was me
We're all victims of self harm and misery.
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