Cuts - An original poem


Hey girlies! Check out this poem by a GL reader and let us know what you think in the comments. We think this poem is particularly appropriate given the special report topic we address in our out-so-soon June/July 2011 issue.

Cuts

I cut.

I don't know why.
I cut, and I don't cry.

I cut, but I don't show,

I cut, and I just don't know,

what to do next,

because my mind is perplexed,

that I put on this mask,

and do what i'm asked.
I'll walk out the door,

where no one knows,

I'll walk out the door,

where the cuts don't show.

Everyone thinks I'm perfect,

that i have my life together.

Everyone has no idea,

that I cut.

The writer of this poem wanted us to know (and we’re sharing) that she is working through all of her issues, and poetry has become a part of that process. We wish her luck, love and well-being!

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by GL reader | 2/1/2016
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