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My Cuts Tell A Story


musicguy

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I look at the cuts on my wrists and see,

the pain,

rejection

being hurt constantly.

 

The emotional abuse,

and same lines I hear,

I feel so ugly

it's perfectly clear.

 

My heart's been broken,

torn,

ripped out and shattered.

but who really cares.

 

I walk in the shadows

I cower in fear,

but no one understands

the pain that I feel,

the pain that's so real.

 

My cuts tell a story,

but as you can see,

the cuts on my wrists

are just a part of me.

 

Musicguy © Dec.2008

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