One cut
"One cut. that's it. That's all," you told me.
"One cut will make you feel stress-free."
"One cut," I said. "Thats all it takes.
One cut is such a big mistake."
"One cut," you said, "Wont hurt. I swear.
One slit on your arm right there."
I watched you slit your arrm,
and then I did to.
"One little cut," I told myself.
"Ill be just fine."
So I started cutting myself all the time.
I became addicted- I needed to cut my arm.
"A few more cuts," I told myself, "Wont do any harm."
But then one day, my mom walked in.
"What are you doing? Why'd you start and when?"
These were questions that were asked.
As all the memories rushed through my head.
I got help, and now im better.
So I decided to let this out to you.
When I got home one day, I asked where you were.
"She never got help," mom said.
"Something terrible happend to her."
"One cut. That's it. That's all," you said
And you almost wound up dead.
I know one cut is all it takes.
One cut is the biggest mistake I have ever taken.