Maybe if I cut my throat,
All the words will come out-
Like an unclogged sink;
Flowing smooth and free.
Maybe if I cut my wrists,
All the violence will leave-
Running out like a waterfall;
Fast and Dangerous.
Maybe if I cut my chest,
It\'ll take away my feelings-
Like pulling ice from the freezer;
Cold and numbing.
Maybe if I cut into my body,
Then my soul will finally leave-
Like a dog off their leash;
Free and never looking back.
Maybe if I just cut,
Somebody will love me-
Loving blind like children;
So naive and filled with hope.