Confessions of a Cutter
Silence:
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red:
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction:
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish:
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares:
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
