+Right and Wrong+ Lips are at my ear, Telling me what I don't need to hear. Whispering everything that I loathe, Into my desperately listening conscious. It gives me that one last push, Over the edge. Falling off of the rocky point, I tumble down into the depths of hell. Your hand has done this. Your hand, Has caused me this pain. I wish you saw through your veil. Would see my face and touch my cheek. I wish you would just say, "I'm sorry." With a simple lyric and a tender touch, You can change the world. But I will say, No matter how much you push, Kick, Hit, And smack me with your words. I do not ever, Direct my thoughts towards my skin. The pale skin underneath my palm, Is never the victim of my negativity. Nor shall it ever be. I see all of you out there, Who hurt their body for release. Disfigure their appendages, And damage their psyche even further. I preach to your minds, That is not the right way. It may make you feel ecstatic, And euphoric, At the time. But it will not resolve the issue. Your blood is not a magic potion. Once dripped from your veins, It will not change your life. Pay attention to my words. My speech is not an empty rhetoric. So as I preach, I say one thing. Cutting is not the answer, Nor ever will be. THE END