The Cuts
The Cuts
My skin is soft and smooth
Like a cotton candy
But to identify it's my skin
You should know the dark lines
The scars on my skin!
The blade is sharp and dangerous
Like a new knife
As I hold it with my fingers
It pierces through my soft skin
Scratching and causing blood rain
The cut is deep and painful
Like a broken bone
But it helps subside the mental pain
As the red blood runs on my skin
Causing irritation and pain!
Besides everything do I tear my skin
Like a useless paper
But there's no pain so I do it again
Until the blood is dancing
And the cut is deeper!
The scar is dark and ugly
Like a crow
They say "what the hell is this"
Looking at my scars
I say "it's the way you survive than to die"!