Cuts fade the scars remain
But soon they will leave too
These marks on my body are not from just pain
But from hate that I’ve witnessed

These cuts mark me who I am
Forever to be someone that doesn’t tell her feelings…

To feel the pain of hurt and hate
Then feel it flow away once the blade hits…..

People say the I am the one with problems
That I overreact and can stop if I were to chose so
But their wrong….

They don’t understand the meaning of each one
But I do

They stand for the pain that hits me like a tornado
Pains I cannot express through words
The hate I have consumed and I truly wonder why I’m not crazy

But these cuts tell me who I am
And tell the world of the pain i have felt

the cuts that will be here forever more....