Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

‘WAS A CUTTER’

I was a cutter
the battle to
return is quite
hard to kill
the idea to do

numb the pain
erase horrible
memories that
collide reality
with what’s past

oh hungry is my
desire to open
skin and watch
the blood come
I wish that pain

facing the horrors
feeling all of it
abuses drove
the cruel prey
to rob innocence

old wounds rivet
under older cuts
arms still feel the
sensations from
slits made in ‘em

ah, have I come
so far now? to
win those bloody
battles of cutting?
perhaps yes, or no