Cut To Pieces

Just to feel something
The razor is pushed into the flesh
Her mind sees the cutting
As an outlet for pain repressed
Her blood continuously is running
Shes now moved from her arms to her chest
Friends and family say nothing
This isn't something they know how to deal with
But somebody has got to intervene
Her body was once so beautiful and perfect
But through her eyes something else is seen
And she don't feel that she deserves it
Not at all perceiving herself to be a queen
Only believing herself to be worthless
She slices her skin to feel serene
And she has become a slave to her self performed service



Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2007-01-08 at 06:18

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
You have unveiled a world of sad reality to so many to is totally unknown to most. It is unfathomable to others how cutting can bring peace. But I know many on this site will understand and thank you for revealing their mixed up world that holds them captiave to this unspoken illness. Bless you for your insight and willingness to bring it to light. You understand this well. And have exposed it in a way to bring others to problem and open eyes that need to be opened.
2007-01-08