Her curly hair, sarcastic smile, happy eyes show no hint of sadness
Don't let that fool you
She cuts
she doesn't understand she's perfect
Just like the girl that is always laughing, and smiling
She seems so bright
She is self conscious
The two tall girls who are popular and beautiful one says she's fat the other not beautiful
But they are all gorgeous
Their only flaws are that they think they have flaws
They are perfect
They all cut
But they just don't see that I am jealous
I wish I was any of them
They are so flawless
Yet they don't see it
They should see my envy

that was notorious when you hide while looking at yourself in mirror
you wish like fantasy you could cut your age with mind of scissors
there was disappointment for that few white hairs which could not hide
cleverly mind said maturity is by my side and now vision is wide
skin getting lose but rigidness and flexibility getting tight
i am not bored from getting pump up ideas my experience are right
how long can i sustain new ideas decision making must come to rest
who knows better than me what is good and what is best.

Chaos from my mind moves to my skin
This time,red drops falling instead of tears
The cold blade dances across my wrists
Leaving long, raised pink bumps
Reminding me of me strengths
And weaknesses
Soon they will be just white scars
More red lines and bumps will take their place
Marking my body like tattoos
Like battle scars from the war in my mind
My mind remains blurred
The cutting doesn't help
But only numbs the pain
Some ask "Why cut?"
I  say "Why live
everyday a struggle
another day
another scar"