cut me again



out trickles crimson blood
stains the steel of the blade
the pain stops the emotional flood
helps me forget the rest of my agony

scars of regret and shame
something i'll have to live with
no one will ever look at me the same
if they see the cuts on my arm

i know it's been a while
and i've resisted the urges
it still hurts, why am i in denial ?
i might be about to crack...


cmg

11/18/00







my abyss...
black notebook