Cutz

one more time a cut on the wrist,
itz strange the way it bites
numerous they are but every1 pains afresh
the body never seams to get used to it
the blood still flows out it still is red
this pain now has started to give me the highs
theese wounds they don`t seem to heal
they`ve become a part of me every1 embebeded every1 so real
afraid to look lest i touch
but theese cuts they seem to open up
they never go away never die down
slowly m disintegrating
my very exsistence is threatened
unstoppable pain it can never be lessened
as much as i want
these dreams they always come back
come back to haunt
the pain always accumalates adding up every time
dont touch these wounds dont come near them
i dont think i would be able to bear
i don't think i would be able to share
some coffins are better burried some tales r better untold
sometime itz better to accept life as it unfolds
cauz u will never know the pain it is to be me
u would never realize that JAABIS can never be free