Literature
The cuts
Human error.
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.
"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.
Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.