Cuts For A Life Poem by hazel jackson

From start to finish i wounder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the
girl who self harms.
The emo they call me I turn to my name, they act out
Slicing their wrists I hang my head in shame I hide
Myself for the day just longing to go home life for me is better when im alone.
I sprawl on my bed with razor in hand and take myself to
A much better land, I stare in the mirror and let myself cry looking
Foreword to the day that I finally die…..