Too Cute to Cut
I have been so depressed at times that I have thought about cutting myself
Then I thought where would I do it?
My legs; no, they are too long and beautiful to scar
My wrists; no, the veins that run through me are too beautiful to scar
My foot; no, the way I walk is too beautiful to scar
Maybe I should just cut my face so the pain that you have caused can never go unnoticed
But no because what I see in the mirror is WAY too beautiful to scar
I guess I am just too cute to cut
Even if I did you would blame these scars on her, him, him, and her, when it all really leads back to YOU
So maybe, I am too cute to cut but I am not too cute to hurt;
Scarred on the inside beautiful on the outside
This pain I have inherited can’t be reversed; these scars I have endured can’t be restored
Nonetheless I will never let these scars you have left diminish my beauty
And as I look back on it now and laugh, I realize that he must not have known…
That I am TOO CUTE TO CUT
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