Origin and Death of a Cutter
By Legions Slave
A boy pulls up his sleeve and looks at his wrists
Scars cover what
was once virgin flesh
Scars made by a razor blade
He started
cutting when the bullying and abuse finally got to him
When the humiliation
pushed him to the edge
His parents have seen the scars
But they
don't give a fuck
Blood covers the sheets he sleeps on
He cries
himself to sleep every night
Wishing he would just die
Get his
shitty life over with
No one in the world cares about him
They
don't care if he dies
Finally fed up with life he takes a knife
And cuts his own throat
His nightmare of a life over
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Copyright 2012 Legions Slave
Published on Thursday, January 12, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, February 4, 2012, Phantasmagoria
(121) wrote:
Wow, I can sooo relate to this, but it kinda made me cry because it reminded me of my ex boyfriend. He was an EXTREME cutter, but then he decided to end himself. I miss him so much, and I wish I was with him on that night to stop him. Anyways, this is a depressing dark piece, and well written. Nicely done.
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On Thursday, January 12, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Perhaps a better title might have been "Origin and Death of a Cutter". This sounds like a plea for help, and hoping it does some good to take it to a logical conclusion perhaps for others, thanks.