Cutting, what a simple innocent word., I'm cutting my hair, i'm cutting vegetables for dinner, i' using a rasor aan cutting my pain away. PAIN!! that thing to which i'm held prisoner. PAIN!! often made up thru my depression but Always real Always felt...by me. Always cutting deep so i cut deeper. It's never enough.shattered dream shattered soul so much pain in one person. have to let the pain out only way is to cut it out ...this is a representation of my pain...cuts to my leg made by me to rid myself of pain...it doesn't work.
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