The
cut
on
my
wrist
Has
now
healed
As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it
The
delicate
skin
Is
now
sealed
So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it
Again
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The
cut
on
my
wrist
Has
now
healed
As
I was
told
not
to
pick
it
The
delicate
skin
Is
now
sealed
So
I’ll
try
not
to
nick
it
Again
Life
is
like
a box
of
chocolates…Someone
else
always
gets
first
pick