I know why i cut and I'm ashamed.
every little thing brings back the pain.
When I cut i feel better, i like to see my blood
I try to forget, but it just keeps building until I explode.
I don't want to take it out on my family and friends, so I cut.
Cutting is a way to re-leave the stress.
i put myself through the ultimate test.
I do damage and I still never learn.
i think to myself that maybe if i cut deep enough i'll bleed to death.
end my life and never really care.
My family might miss me but I really don't care.
I try to talk about it but people think i'm crazy.
they ignore me and say I'll be ok.
I cut because I can and there is nothing else that helps.
I'm not ok and I need help.
I'm sure you felt the same way.
for me it is easy and i never think twice.
I know what I do is wrong.
But, i can't escape the pain.
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numbnscared: I absolutey love this .... this poem I could have wrote that's how much I can relate. Awesome job ... it's a battle I fight everday and I'm sure u do to on April 17, 2006 11:23 PM
