The Cut Of Releif Poem by Megan Lutz
The Cut Of Releif
The burning, the bleeding,
This is what comes with every slice
The relief, the satisfaction
That’s what comes from the knife.
Those of you who don’t know
May call me a freak
My silent cry in the night
You may say that I am weak
With every cut that the razor brings
My blood pours to the floor
A subtle satisfaction
I feel it I see it everyday
The scars that just don’t go away.
i know what thats like.............thats something i can understand chelsi
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4/16/2024 10:37:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow...this is really good...