Cut

The daughter that won’t take the helping hand
the daughter that turns away from the love given
the daughter who rejects any kindness her way
who refuses to believe she is loved
who refuses she is believed
who refuses to believe she is cared for
She sits and complains and she pities herself
Suddenly, it’s not enough
the cutting starts
every mark you see her make, you feel it in your skin
The cut is deep and the blood runs stronger
the knife is blunt but it doesn’t take longer
to cut into the flesh that isn’t mine

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