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.
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Author:
jay scott sterling (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I can deeply relate to this and I've never been able to put it into words. Amazing job! I hope things get better :))
thank uu, and i hope it gets better for u 2 :))
amazing. this is relatable as fk
thank u. hopefully u feel better :))
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