

Cut to the TruthThe tears run down her face To her pillow, so wet She looks at the cuts She feels shame and regret She wanted to feel Like most women and men She needed to feel something So she cut, again, again and againCut to the Truth
In the mirror she saw A monster reflected It was hopeless and weak Tired, rejected So she mutilates the beast Makes it feel something To try disguise the hole In which it feels nothing
And although she cuts It brings no relief The scars resemble nothing To what she feels beneath And deep down In her sou
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