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What compels us to ever think
we can help pain by causing pain?
What makes us make that first
cut and think it will help.

So we tade tat first leap that
first cut. and it works....
so we cut again and again.
trying in a way to cut the pain
out of our literal being. it
seems to work for a moment. Till
slowly it all crawls back and
reality settles agai. evenually
consuming us completely slowly
building inside begging us to
cut it out and release all the
pain once again.

It's a cycle that after a time
appears to have no beginning
nor end. For a time we may
search for an end. evenually
giving up and falling back into
the cycle. Becoming part of
the cycle itself.

And so is the life of a cutter.

i was tagged by C8lin

1. i'm named after my dad. thats so wierd i'm a GIRL
2. my middle name is May.
3. i can shoot a sunflower off the stem from 200 yards away with a 22.
4. my great great great great great grandfather was the king of some country.
5. my 3rd grade teacher threw my desk(i was in it) you'll never believe why she did. i made a paper crane.
6. i have set every house i've lived in on fire. i've lived in at LEAST 8 different houses.

i Tagged
volleyball*
supernd*4*spd

My poem The Ship has just been awarded
by poetry.com to be in thier new poetry book
pretty cool huh
I never though my poems were good
but I'm glad someone does

Roses are red,
"I wish you were dead."
Violets are blue,
"What did you do?"
The day is bright,
"I wish I could fight."
The night is dark,
“I don’t like this mark.”
Joy is fleeting,
“Your words still eating.”
But love is forever,
"I’ll forget never.”