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Author: Leash'd
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Poetry - Reviews: 9 - Published: 01-22-05 - Updated: 01-22-05 - id:1814288

I've never cut myself before and I don't intend to. I'm just sort of guessing and messing around.

Cuts

Have you ever wondered why some people cut themselves?
Because it's fun.
It's because it releases the pain you feel inside.
It's addicting.
You say you're going to do it once.
Just once.
Then, you do it again.
You say that's the last time.
But no.
There's a third time.
Soon, your body is filled with cuts.
One day, a cut gets too deep.
You bleed too much.
You get scared.
But you can't tell anyone.
You keep it to yourself.
When you take a walk.
You wear long sleeves.
Pants..
Scarves.
You scan people's hands for any signs of cuts.
To see if someone feels the same way you feel.
To find someone to talk to.
To open up.
To spill your problems.
But you find no one.
You cut yourself again.
You can't stand it anymore.
Too much problems.
Finally, you make one last cut.

EDIT: I made the editings! I removed the last line. D



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