This poem is about why a cutter might cut and how they'd view it. Most people think people cut for attention, but the ones who I know always have various reasons, and this is a perception of one of the most common.
Love in my heart tells me we are not apart know you’re out there ...somewhere Feelings not clear
Walk through the shadows... Out to the willows... Within the darkness sits a mysteri… She sings to you... Tells you of her life...
I’m so tired, Yet surprisingly wired You filled my cup Back up I’ll drink it all this time
You love her My hearts torn for sure But she is not yours You feel it in your spores I wish I was the lady...
Take it in Quiet as a pin Danger all around Don’t you hear that sound? Then they attack!
Where’d the snow go? I seem to not know The days have taken it all away The gentle, quiet flakes have gone… Haven’t seen it in quite some time