Process of Cutting, by Samaya Sullins

Process of Cutting

You get angry

you cut

you bleed

then wrap it up

You hurt yourself

because

the rage

The pain

is too much

You hide your scars

hoping nobody will notice

but then someone asks

and you get nervous

So you lie

they look at you

you stare at them

You walk away

and never speak of it again

You try to stop

but get angry once more

So the cycle repeats

Till you can’t do no more

Now your dead

and in a grave

No never guessed

you would die of a blade

(0)

You’re carrying blades to cut on the way you’re drinking now and doing drugs every day you have a rope

F*CK THE POLICE! is what you say around your friend… But when someone is kidnapped Or hurt Their the first people you alert

I love you But I hate you I want you But cant take you Where does this leave me?

Sometimes I feel sad Maybe even glad Nothing at all Or just enough to fall Sometimes all at once