Confessions of a Cutter Silence: Only tears As I press the

Confessions of a Cutter

Silence:
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin

Red:
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction:
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

Anguish:
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares:
People are horrified
Don't understand why

Neither do I