A Poem by Charlie

I'm a cutter. This is my life.


I don't cut...
I fell...
I don't cut...
The cat scratched me...
I would always tell you,
These easy lies.
When you really didn't know,
I do cut, and cry, and lie.
You don't know me,
So don't even try.

© 2011 Charlie

Author's Note

please do not copy

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I like it. I still have scars from when I used to cut. People still ask what happened and I say those same things...

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

simply wonderful and dark and truly something I can relate to

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simple but meaningful and powerfully dark. True and blunt, the rhymes flow instead of being forced.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i suppose practice makes things better (no, dont start thinking about things o-o
ill tell you later)
AAAHH im not good at reviewing
i dont know what to say
youre awesome, and i love you
hi buppy, wassup? wanna chimichanga?
ps cool, write more stuff... its so natural, the way words come out, how they fall from your mouth like... stuff falling... from... stuff....
the saquatch must neet giant shoes--!
like dew from blades of grass! (HUZZAH! *triumphant smile* @[email protected])

Posted 10 Years Ago

0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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4 Reviews
Added on March 23, 2011
Last Updated on May 29, 2011
Tags: emo, cutting, fell, dog, lies, lie, cut



Studio City, CA

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