Damn Dirt

This damn dirt has stained my fingernails
The dirt an the hurt of digging my own trail
I wanted some help, but it was not meant
But some days it feels these dirty nails
Don’t even make a dent
Others it feels as if these nails are really wings
Let me soar and fly a trail through the trees
Days that my dirty little hurt heart can sing
This damn dirt has stained my fingernails

cutter

No one knows
No one can see
I am a cutter

I do not use knives
I do not use razors
I am a cutter

My weapon is words
My weapon is thoughts
I am a cutter

I am abusive
I am mean
I am a cutter

I am more
I am less
I am a cutter

I am strong
I am invincible
I am a cutter

Full

Of nothing
Full to the brim
Always full
Yet empty
Of anything
Happy on a whim
Endlessly null
It is missing
Someone to be kissing
Something to be making
A mother’s heart quaking