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CuttingI cut myself to make me bleed,
To try and take away some of the pain
Of this bittersweet life that I lead,
Dull the ache, deep within my brain.
I'm not really sure I want to die,
Its merely a way to deal with my inner being.
As hard as I want to break down and cry,
The tears wont come, and I end up retreating.
Back to my silence, my thoughts, my dreams,
Wishing everything was as perfect as it seems.
~me

CuttingCriss-cross, Cut and Slash
Blood drips falling, Splash, Splash
Wounds heal but scars remain
Errors of Past is their Domain
Jigged and Jagged some Wounds don't Heal
It takes nightmares and makes them Real
These scars will never disappear
People that shed too many Tears
Ricketty, Ricketty your mind goes numb
Stupidity is always dumb
Never fun at other's Expense
Never fun when there is Pain you can't Sense
Slash and Jagged all Ricketty when will it end
Nothing is good if you're Dead in the End.

CuttingSlicing away trust,
bleeding out betrayal.
Lying with a smile,
making truth go stale.
Playing a deadly game,
fighting with blood and fire.
Answering to all the pain,
bowing to desire.
Clinging to the hate,
living in the fear.
Pushing far away,
everything I hold dear.
A smile on my face,
but screaming in my head.
Hoping its not to late,
praying my souls not dead.
Trying to escape,
to find a place to hide.
Or should I face myself,
its so hard to decide.
Nowhere left to run,
no one to face but me.
To decide what I want to do,
and who I want to be.

CuttingMy hunger for pain is unquenched.
For long have I unknowingly
craved the sharpness to cut myself wide open.

Baring the fiery passion
that has kept me alive in the darkness.
The red finds its way to the surface as
the silver relieves my soul from
its torment.

The skin splits,
sorrow spilling over the sides.

CuttingYou asked me to stop cutting.
Don’t you understand?
Talking doesn’t help.
Yeah, I show up to school with cuts and scars.
But you must, you have to, understand why,
I do what I do.

It’s not some fad.
I’m not looking for attention.
I’m not doing it because everyone else is.
Nor am I doing it because I think it’s cool.
I do it because I don’t know how.
How to stop the pain...

CuttingI want my razor
I want the joy of feeling metal on skin
The ecstasy as it splits open my skin
A deep groove left on my wrist
The excited rush as blood wells up
Red beads floating out
The bittersweet metallic taste on my tongue
Morbid fantasies that flash through my mind
The sight of my crude tattoos
The poetic art of my razorblade
No one understands
No one comprehends my passion
They fear because they misinterpret
How can someone find pleasure
Immersed in all that pain
My pleasure, My escape
My only getaway.
I am a cutter.

CuttingMy thighs were first.
Then my wrists.
And shoulders.
And fingers.
And feet.

Everything.
Ripped out at
the seams.

I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.

I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
a lesson:
I deserved it.

I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
or scream
for fear
that
it would
make the
pain less real.

I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
calling myself
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.

It was true.
To me.

I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped i

CuttingCutting
The blade
Escape
Afraid
Release
The fear
Unwanted
A tear
The cuts
The shame
Your body
The frame
Complete
Without
Perfection
And doubt
Your life
The pain
The slices
In vain
The scars
The hiding
In corners
The dying
The harm
The black
The terror
A crack
The blood
The veins
Droplets
It rains
The hurt
The bleeding
Disguise
Misleading
Cutting
The blade
Escape
Afraid

Cutting

I cut myself and watch it bleed,
I feel the rush inside of me,
I don't cause I'm stupid, or I'm ignored,
I do it because I'm kinda bored,
Running down, the bloods so great,
How did I ever get to this state?
I know its wrong, that I should fight,
then why the hell does it feel so right?
Why can't I stop, how can this be,
that I cut myself were no one can see,
no cries for help, don't want to be found,
but walking around my blood stains the ground,
I need help, I know I do,
I hidwe in the dark, won't come through,
And so, unfinished this poem shall go,
because, what happens next you never shall know.
-Mikki

.cutting.It's a blade on the wrist
It's a sick, never ending twist
It's life after death
It's living in a mess
It's hiding from all you know

Put the blade to your wrist and pull the trigger
Let the blood flow to the ground
Let it cover you as you sit there in silence
Let this be the last cut
But who are you to do this to yourself?
Who am I to do this to myself?
I feel I do deserve this
I know I do deserve worse
I will try to die
I will try to die
I will cut myselfdry

It's a secret in your own
It's a bloodless, lusting game
It's dying every day
It's a lonely masquarade

I ought to put the blade to my wrist and pull the trigger
Letti

Cuttingrazor blade razor blade
where art tho?
sliding across
creating a gouge

I'm hiding, I'm cutting
the razors my friend
it helps take away
the pain that I'm in

making the rivers
run red and drip down
these are my tears
crying? what's that? I forgot how

it's not suicide I'm after
just carving a release
was that a typo?
all I want is some peace

tell the voices to shut up
will they ever go away?
to satisfy them
this is the price I must pay

slashing my arms
and cutting my flesh
creating new scars
old wounds coming fresh

it's thrilling, it's chilling
do you see my pain?
the millions of scars
blood dripping like rain

onto my

CuttingWhy Do You Do It?
Leaving Those Scars There,
With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.

Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.

Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!

Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.

Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Show

CuttingCan't you see the scars?
Can't you see the marks?
Pictures, patterns, words unite,
They travel up my arm.

Can't you see the kitchen knifes?
Can't you see the razors?
I carry in my strife.
They create these precious,
Pictures, patterns, words,
That travel up my arm.

Can't you hear your words?
Can't you hear your mumbles?
That tumble from your mouth.
These the words,
That take the thoughts from my mind,
And make them travel,
Up my arms.

Can't you see your dirty looks?
Dirty looks?
I'll wash them clean,
Gouge the vains from porcelian skin,
Leaving marks,
That travel up my arm.

Can't you feel the agony,
The agony?
Agony t

CuttingRunning ,
Screaming,
hiding in the dark.
Lying,
Cutting,
hiding her marks.
Crying ,
Bleeding,
running for her life.
Sawing,
fighting,
she drops the knife.
Sighing,
dieing,
nothing left.
falling ,
not breathing,
she bleeds to death.

CuttingIn class I sit with my notebook open
But I can't help but hear the kids next to me
They're so sad their clothes are crying
I frown as I remember a time when I was-
When I had so much self pity.

The kids next to me moan as they complain,
"No one gets me-noone cares-life is meaningless"
It's a circle that they go in
And I don't have to ask why they feel this way.

Their mom ignores them
Or maybe their Dad left them.
They were the one's the other kids picked on
And all they ever wanted was to feel needed.

I know all of this because that was me.
That was me and that will always be me.

The kids pull up their sleeves and compare battl

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by ~bbgurl, May 2, 2005, 3:03:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

What’s one cut on your wrist,
One lie being told,
One promise being broken,
One life being taken.
Just think of who you’re hurting,
It’s not just you
It’s your friends, family and even enemies.
They all love you,
So why do you feel they don’t?
It’s not helping anyone,
Not even you!!
So just stop what’s killing everyone else but yourself!

Cuttingby ~bbgurl

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

i dnt even think this is any gud but aye i got angry with the fact my friend was cutting and yeah i just u kno started babbling out with all this..lol..

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*emmabanana1 Apr 13, 2013 New member Hobbyist General Artist

those people who cut themselves are dumb, Just exercise! It release stress hormones.

!Dibzscarysister Mar 1, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

This is not even true! Sometimes when you're all you hear is shit, and you're dying inside, it's better to deal with the physical pain! Not to mention the shame of carrying the cuts, and when someone finds out it's awful! I'm only hurting myself, I'm staying alive. This is the only way I'm going to keep from being suicidal and broken is cutting!

~crazymusicgal Feb 27, 2013

My boyfriend gets pissed at me when I cut. I'm forced to not do it because I fear he will break up with me or hate me like before. I have all this tension built up inside of me and I want to release it by hurting myself but I can't. I fear my boyfriend again will be disappointed in me. It's really hard to stop. You shouldn't be telling your friend to stop unless she/he is doing it way too deep way too often. It's scary I know. I've stopped one of my friends but only because he said he felt like he's going to faint. I'm always wondering if I did the right thing. He wanted to kill himself so I tried helping. He's better now and hopefully he'll stay like that and hopefully I did the right thing.

!KingSparrowPhoto Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

It's not about hurting others, or even ourselves really. It's about doing the one thing that keeps us alive. Not some rush that feels alive, but actually alive. For many of us without cutting we can't breath, and we long for death, but for a while after cutting we can breath, we can go on living, and again one day (it lasts different amounts of time each time and for each person) we will need to cut to breath and to live again. It's not even always about love. Yes there are people who love me and I know this, but that doesn't stop the pain. Some have hated so hard, some have damaged us beyond permanent repair that no amount of love no matter how pure and true can rid us of it.

~kgfuzzycow Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Seriously? Do you really think that this is a good thing to say? We cut because we don't know how else to express our pain. I know that this is true for me, I cut because I'm suicidal, but I don't have the guts to kill myself. I cut because it numbs the pain from being clinically depressed for 7 months and not having another way to show it. It's not good to be mad at someone for cutting, it will not help in the slightest. If you think you're being a good friend by saying that by cutting they're hurting everybody else and it's not helping, you really must be blind. Honestly. This really pisses me off, you're just shutting down your friend's, and all of us who cut, feelings about how to deal with the pain. This was a terrible thing to say. It only makes people want to cut more, if you think you're helping, you're not. At all. So just stop. You're only hurting your friend more.

~Kmoo12 Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

This isn't true....... at all!
We cut ourselves due to sadness, and some of us for attention ;(
It's not like we WANT to hurt ourselves, it's how we stay calm. Not everyone is being loved and needed, in fact some of us are totally alone in the fight and want to be needed, whoever your friend is that cuts is SO lucky to have you.. a friend! But some of us don't have those, and thus pain is resolved by cutting.
I dont think cutting is a good thing, at all! But in some cases it can't be helped.

~azaleapeaock Feb 11, 2012 Writer

Yeah i agree with all this people...this is like a horrific thing to tell people, let alone actuall people who hurt themselves. youre just making them want to hurt themselves more cause of this.

~horcruxhorror Mar 9, 2011

this is a total fail, I'm sorry but really? Believe me, telling someone something like this is probably going to make them cut themselves more. I had a friend that tried to help me by telling me a lot of the same things as you said above, well, that girl and I are no longer friends. If you want to keep her/him and not possibly drive them to suicide.

~TheDollarTurtle Jan 13, 2011

That's really horrible. You shouldn't be mad at your friend because she cuts, you should try to help her! What kind of friend are you?!

~Bigbelliedkitty Dec 29, 2010 Student Digital Artist

Your a bitch. I cut myself and I feel guilty about it all the time. We feel bad about, but we can't stop. It's an addiction.

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