Cutting Doesn't Make It Better

Cutting Doesn't Make It Better

A Poem by E.E.B.

"Cutting doesn't make it better"
I know, but I can't resist,
 The bloody bliss,
The blades kiss,
On my open wrist.
No short sleeves, or questions arise,
like it's not obvious even though it is.
Shocked? You shouldn't be
Better than relapse for me
Or a throat slit
eventually to be a necessity.
"I'm guessing she's crazy"
But aren't we all
You conform with society 
Robots, I swear
I'm schizophrenic, maybe.
But either way
On my open wrist
The blades kiss
To show a bloody bliss 
I can resist 
But cutting does make it better
and you're an ignorant little sh*t.

© 2015 E.E.B.


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Added on October 14, 2015
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