Down....
Down...
Down...
Blood drips from the knife to the floor,
her arms scared from the times before.
Her life, she thinks is a waste,
she stopped going to school cause she hated that place.
She tried suicide,
but she gave up cause she never died.
But again she was lost,
she never thought of the cost.
her life soon fell apart
and everyone ended up with a broken heart.
She made a promise that she could not keep,
she had promised no more cutting for me.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of a Cutter
PoetryThis is a series of poems i wrote tell me what u think. They are a little dark but its ok. enjoy ^-^
