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The life of a cutter is much more than it seems
it is merely not just one small cut that redeems.
The emotions they have are all bundled inside
the scars that they make they try so hard to hide.
And they act always happy when they aren't alone
and when you call them,they'll never answer the phone.
They're too busy cutting away at their lives
they stock up on razors by twos or by fives.
The tip of the blade is so very sharp
the blood of the cutter flows on a tarp.
The emotions of a cutter are expressed by the scars
the life span of a cutter may not be so far.
it is merely not just one small cut that redeems.
The emotions they have are all bundled inside
the scars that they make they try so hard to hide.
And they act always happy when they aren't alone
and when you call them,they'll never answer the phone.
They're too busy cutting away at their lives
they stock up on razors by twos or by fives.
The tip of the blade is so very sharp
the blood of the cutter flows on a tarp.
The emotions of a cutter are expressed by the scars
the life span of a cutter may not be so far.
Literature
The cutter
She's a cutter isn't she.
Yes, see the scars.
See the many braclets in a false attempt to cover them
See the long sleeve shirts, some with a little blood spots in them.
See the long pants, she's probley got scars on her thighs.
She's a cutter isn't she.
See her trace the scars of her wrists with her fingers, longing for her blade again
See the tears in her eyes.
See the blood running down her plams
She was a cutter wasn't she.
See the unhealed cuts on her wrists
See the blood stains covering her floor
See the blood on her scribbled note
Literature
Self cutter
I want to apologise,
for who I am,
But most of all I want you,
to understand,
Each cut,
each slash,
each slit, each gash,
Let me soar so high,
They let my fly from my troubles,
Up to the indigo ideal sky,
Ill leave my unhealed wounds below,
And memories I wish I could forget,
All the scars that tell sordid stories, Of hurt, pain and regret,
For a moment or two,
I'm in my own world of perfection,
Of rose petals and spider webs trickled with dew,
Of perfect skies and lullabies,
And love faith hope and faultless dreams,
And then I fall,
like a feather in the midnight sky,
Back to reality,
Back to a world of despair and
Literature
Cutter.
Dear Cutter,
Come a little closer, Come to me.
I am the only one, That can set you free.
Your friends and family, They don't care.
So I'll be your friend, Since no ones there.
I can cure depression, I can stop the tears.
I can take away the pain, That you felt for years.
I'll never break a promise, I'll never tell a lie.
I'll never be the one, That makes you wanna die.
I'll be right there, Until the end.
And I promise to be, Your very best friend.
So come a little closer, Come to me.
I am the only one, That can set you free.
Your broken heart, Will become a spade.
Now no more heart ache,
Love Sincerely, Razor Blade.
P.S. I'll
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