Cut-Girl

A bit more, just a bit more,

Warm blood trickled on the floor,

Spreading its warmth as it trickles with such gore,

One hand with a knife, the other crumpled in a fist a trouble child who just don’t want no more

She felt good, the gash made her sane,

The red scars made her patient,

All she ever wanted was for her caretakers to listen,

She was no longer a child; she wanted the door to be open,

She wants to explore to know what is going on what has happened,

She didn’t wish for pure freedom,

She just wanted to breath the air that she watches people took,

She wanted people to understand,

They say they do but they don’t want to listen,

They just want to repair, chop away all her problems,

How can a blind man repair a broken heart’s problems?

She has friends who are different in character, background that is with her,

They can listen to her problems; figure out how to handle the situation by thinking together,

In the end, the choice to change is up to her,

If anything goes wrong, if it cannot be help at all,

She has her penknife to open a place for her,

A happy place for her to be alone, her fix, how she manages to be sane at all,

My friend, you are one crazy rebellious doll

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