cutting
The first caused by anger
The second, frustration
But as the cuts got deeper
It turned into an addiction
The blade was no longer an enemy
Scissors, my best friend
The Sharpener, soon comfort me
There seemed to be no end
My arms were soon all covered
Legs, thighs and tummy
Excuses soon stopped working
Then I ended up at rehab, rehabilitating
By Noratisha Abdullah
The first caused by anger
The second, frustration
But as the cuts got deeper
It turned into an addiction
The blade was no longer an enemy
Scissors, my best friend
The Sharpener, soon comfort me
There seemed to be no end
My arms were soon all covered
Legs, thighs and tummy
Excuses soon stopped working
Then I ended up at rehab, rehabilitating
By Noratisha Abdullah