NOTE: As this is the first in my first recent collection here on fictionpress, let me say I'm a little bit nervous. I'm nervous to put this out there and think that people are going to judge me so before reading this PLEASE read the paragraph in my profile ("it's important to remember…"). This entire collection deals heavily with suicide and yes hurting yourself to if you're uncomfortable with that then you should probably not read on.

This will be the first and maybe last author note in this collection because I plan on letting the words speak for themselves so I hope you ENJOY and don't forget to REVIEW please!

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50 Cuts

Ruby red and cuts and slashes
Frozen hearts and buried ashes
Sitting on my window sill
I stare into an eerie still

Trails of tears and bloodied napkins
Curtain calls with no one clapping
Drug of choice that gets me high
Regret which buries me alive

Trickling sweat and pure disgust
Inside myself there is no trust
Even with the smallest thing
There's no content that I could bring

Used up razors and the heat
The sting that sets emotions free
All along I've covered up
The pain I've felt with 50 cuts

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