I used to cut, them inch by inch.
Everytime I was hurt,
Everytime I felt overwhelm,
Everytime I wanted to cut my sk!n.
As if removing inches, would remove memories.
As if shorter strands, could lighten the weight on my shoulders.
I cut them when I wanted a new start
Thinking I have finally let go..
But I haven't,
I still cut them.
Everytime i feel too much,
Everytime I can't let go,
Everytime I feel I'm not enough,
I just cut them
Again trying to start fresh....