Cutting is a secret thing.
It is done in the bathroom
with the door locked.
It is done with a key,
a piece of metal,
a razor blade.
It is done with anything you can find
when you can't stop crying
or when pieces of your heart
are ripped out and chewed on
by sharp teeth.
It is done when someone you trust
disappoints you.
It is done
when you aren't good enough.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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