Cuts leave scars
Cuts bleed
Cuts hurt
Cuts heal
Cuts don't ever go away
Cuts will be there forever
Cuts will be there when you have kids
Cuts will be there when you die
Cut might be the reason your dead
Cuts will **** you
Cuts are not worth it
Cuts ruin your body
Cuts ruin your skin
Cuts ruin you

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
                        laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile
                                hangs

                                          breathless

A painful tear leaks from my eye,
It screams a terrible sound,
A sound so loud but unheard from all around,
It flows down my cheek and seeps into the ground,
“Help him”, it cries “he wants to die”

Watching the warped horizon
I’m drowning in my tears.
I can see the surface
and it’s so far from here.

Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I seek out the pain?
It’s like I’m addicted to hurting
Thrive off the feeling of sinking
Of melting away.

Until I go so deep
And realise I need to breathe
Then I’m screaming for air,
Someone, drag me out of here, PLEASE.

And yet I never take their hands
I never put the effort in
I never try to hold my breath
I never really try to swim

It’s my drug and I love it
And that is so wrong
But it scares me to death
When I’m down there too long.

When I can’t break the surface
That is when I scream
WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!
DO YOU HATE YOURSELF? IS THAT IT?

Or are you just so empty….
Every single day…
That misery is salvation
In so many ways.

It’s easy to find
And it’s easy to cry
And you bear it for a while
Until
You
Feel like
You want
To die.

What the **** Papa?
What if I want to be known as Latino and not Latina?
Is it so bad that I’m a boy
And finally have joy?
I want to be- No sorry I AM Ken not Barbie-
And I’ll prove my point with a stroke of a pen! Come try me!-

Yes I cut my hair
But why should you care?-
“*** you look like guy!”
‘Oh well maybe that’s what I am, heh Bye!’-
“Wow! Jessica I couldn’t recognize you!”
‘Nice, you seem like you didn’t have a clue.’

******* it! I just want to wear these clothes
I didn’t come here to make foes
I want to dress this way
And be called ‘Jay’ even if it sounds like I’m gay-
Oh wait I am.