Cut So Deeply

Cut So Deeply

I dry the tears from my eyes,
As I begin to hear the sweet sound of music.
The answer to problems, for now; although I question again “Why?”
One thought becomes 1,000 and I start to lose it.

He softly tells me to calm down and breathe.
I close my eyes, absorbing his strength, yet focusing on nothing.
He whispers that this next one is for me.
As I start to drift off, nothing slowly evolves into something.

I open my eyes quickly as I gasp for air, while tears start to form.
He hurt so badly when I grabbed him-
Eyes so empty, his body aching from being torn.
“Why?” I whisper as tears run down my face and I grow limp.

These are people I love, my dearest friends.
A horrible influence affected many on that messed up night-
Knives that cut too deep to ever completely mend.
My beloved friends were hurt for no right.

Why did you poison their minds?
Why? Did you have nothing better to do with your time?
Why did you mess with us when things were fine?
Why? Are you out of your fucking mind?

My tears start to slow as I begin to feel,
My body warming rapidly and hands begin to shake.
I sit up and look around, as if this wasn’t real-
As if I had slept all along and all events were fake.

I look beside me and watch while he sleeps,
Then I see the stitches on his arm.
Tears begin slowly as I stare at the cut that went so deep.
Reality rang bells in my mead like an alarm.

Two of my dearest friends, scarred now for life.
I feel as if I had been cut as well with a knife.
As I sit and begin to think about what to do,
A song begins playing, every lyric telling of honest truth.
Pain will disappear as all wounds heal, so in the end lose.

Memories of that night will never go away.
Forever in my head they will stay.
Music helps heal me with time-
Cuts deep enough to scar on who wasn’t even touched by a knife.
Scars will remain for all of our lives,
But music helps us so much with making things right.

You broke them, though they remain strong.
You caused pain that remains, but not for long.
When darkness fell upon them, they did not run.
When ridiculed and argued with, they bit their tongues.
I open my eyes only to see that the rain
Has gone away and the sunshine has returned today.
I then hear it begin to softly play…


By: Becky Dorey
March 31, 2006