#papercuts
Have you ever thought
That maybe paper cuts
Are a tree's last revenge?
Tree: You cut us down, we cut you up.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
A child thought,
my cuts,
where just from,
paper
cuts.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Every right denied; every dream deferred
Every injustice and indignity endured
Is one more paper cut
They are cumulative
And deadly as any gun or knife
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I ride the sandpaper
Slide to hell.
My flesh slowly
Exfoliates upon the
Surroundings like snow.
I try to hold on
To the sides but
Ground glass meets
A thousand paper cuts
Meet my every reach.
Every thought I
Have burns eroding within,
My mind decaying
Like tears I reach
The culmination of a
Slide to Damnation.
Flesh withers on my frame,
I am but a single thought
Regret
Regret
Regret,
Is my punishment
In this cage
Of my own doing.
I look into
The tattered remnant
Of my soul
And only see snow
Falling Into a
Bleak pool of nothing.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
They just look like paper cuts, only skin deep.
The paper cuts are of a reminder of crying myself to sleep.
They just look like paper cuts, imprinted on my arm.
Too bad these paper cuts are caused by my self harm.
They just look like paper cuts, whispers of stinging hurt.
Hurt that is easily hidden by a long sleeve shirt.
They just look like paper cuts, barely there to stay.
Too bad these paper cuts will never go away.
They just look like paper cuts, but why do they scar?
It's because these paper cuts are much deeper by far.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I cut out fake hearts
To give to you
Paper hearts make
Paper cuts
When
Fingers touch
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC