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Cut
Swear
you wont do it again.
Swear you wont
cut ever again.
You swear to stop.
But do you?
The pain
and aggravation
is way too much. The
fighting and
harrasment
is killing you inside. But
you know you can't go breaking
promises.
So what do you
do, then? You
raise the blade
(but not to your wrist), and
rethink your life.
What do you
see?
Tears,
blood,
loss. What's the
point anymore?
Don't break your
promise. Is all you
can say. Is all
your friends can say.
So what do you
do?
Raise the blade,
slit your throat.
Hey,
you didn't break
your promise.
Cut.
 Deceased Poet · Tue Jul 08, 2008 @ 08:03pm · 0 Comments |
