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Katkatz — The Secret Cutter
Published: 2010-04-04 06:10:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 241; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 7
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She told herself yet again,the same stuff from before,
"that she was going to tell the painful past
that she dwells..."
Like oh, so many times from before.
"Nobody should live like this and be a
tourtured soul.
The sleves she must roll,
so that she will pay the toll.
That happy little girl you all once knew...
She walked herself to school that day
as she looked away from the dreadful day,
but the advoicance that she with drew
had a price to pay.
"Hey is there gonna be a beating today?"
"or you just gonna give me money today?"
"geek."
She simply did not care of how much the pain I was in.
Like the smiles from before are just in the distance,
that she holds.
"Why do I go on like this." the thoughts in her
head over whelmed with fear.
After school she ran home.
After that girl had her fun for the day.
"leave me a lone,
I've done nothing to you,
nobody should go threw this not even me."
Nobody listens nobody cares,
so I keep shut until my heart is nothing again.
The voice I gone I once had, is stolen and gone,
I have no power, nothing just true tourment.
I am just utterly week.
Trying to cry the tears that are left
but there was none,
they had run out.
Tonight was the night
to show my pain the deed she did before was a breeeze
this was her secret that know one knew,
no one else had a clue what was behind that this girl had to do.
12am next morning hit,
as she picked up a rusted needle
as tears rolled down
as the cuts grew thicker.
hit the sheets till morning
and the tourtre will start again.
Every person she asked for help either laughed or walked away.
"One more try" as she pulled her friend aside as she lifted her
sleeve from the deed before.
The gleem from her friends eyes, and the first words came out
"You need help".
"No don't you see, nobody cares as you see."
"I'm gonna get you help I will be with you"
Bell rings head down to class trumbiling fear the whole way.
Hour after hour
Class after class
The 3r class hits and the phone rings
as I began to think to myself if she told someone or not,
because who would really care.
Then she heard her name call and the tears began to pour as she walks down the hall way,
to the path she must walk threw.
"I have called your mom."
The girl looks away from the nurse.
"May I see? Or should I say I have to see."
Shaking her head in fear as she lifts her shirt from the night before.
Putting the bandages on with care.
The girls tears come out strong.
Next day hits and she sees a therapist, and tells her about the story
of the days she had. Now you see a perfect face and a happy little girl or boy,
isn't always happy and that's what people always want to see if to see other people happy.
