The cutterShe's a cutter isn't she.The cutter11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, see the scars.
See the many braclets in a false attempt to cover them
See the long sleeve shirts, some with a little blood spots in them.
See the long pants, she's probley got scars on her thighs.
She's a cutter isn't she.
See her trace the scars of her wrists with her fingers, longing for her blade again
See the tears in her eyes.
See the blood running down her plams
She was a cutter wasn't she.
See the unhealed cuts on her wrists
See the blood stains covering her floor
See the blood on her scribbled note
thoughts of a cutter.1. I do it for me, not youthoughts of a cutter.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. Sometimes, I just want to feel something, anything but numb
3. I haven't done it in over a year, but I still have those urges, that desire to just give in to the temptation
4. I will not promise you I won't do it, because I know I'll wind up hurting you and being nothing but a failure in the long run
5. Don't try and understand, because I just know you won't be able to comprehend the why, after your sudden shock of finding out
6. Call me anything you want, but DON'T call me emo, or an attention whore
7. The feeling of that blade digging into my arm makes my skin tingle with chills full of pleasure
8. I sometimes don't know why I do it, but all I know is that it feels amazing to harm myself
9. You might not understand, but I wanted to do it, nobody encouraged me or suggested it
10. Hearing you say that you think I'm stupid for doing such a thing, makes me want to laugh in your face. Try and put yourself in my shoes and then tell
Self cutterI want to apologise,Self cutter11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for who I am,
But most of all I want you,
each slit, each gash,
Let me soar so high,
They let my fly from my troubles,
Up to the indigo ideal sky,
Ill leave my unhealed wounds below,
And memories I wish I could forget,
All the scars that tell sordid stories, Of hurt, pain and regret,
For a moment or two,
I'm in my own world of perfection,
Of rose petals and spider webs trickled with dew,
Of perfect skies and lullabies,
And love faith hope and faultless dreams,
And then I fall,
like a feather in the midnight sky,
Back to reality,
Back to a world of despair and hurt,
Of pretty scars upon my wrists,
That once led me away,
But now I'm in a world of tortured souls,
And returning to my razor is the only way,
And as the razors kiss,
Is planted on my pale innocent wrist,
The red blood flows,
My cherish and my love,
And once again I'm flying,
Flying in my world of lullaby,
And the razors kiss has saved me again,
Got me though another day
FadingLosing hope in everything,Fading3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't care what the future brings.
We're all gonna die anyways,
Why not tomorrow, why not today?
Tell me the reason, my purpose in life,
Tell me, why not suicide?
Give me reasons why I should live,
If I took my life, could you forgive?
I'm sorry, I know you thought I was stronger,
But I told you I can't take it any longer.
You told me these things, I told you I'm not,
I tried, I fought, again I lost.
This battle with myself, I've had enough,
Endured so much, depression's tough.
Battling addiction of self-harm too,
You have no idea what I've gone through.
I wanted to tell you.. So many times I'd tried.
"How are you?" "I'm fine," I lied.
When I tried to speak, the right words wouldn't come out,
'Cause for so many years, I filled my mind with doubt.
I was constantly bringing myself down,
Never really felt like I was wanted around.
When the time is right, my life I'll take.
That'll be the last time I break.
BrokenThere is a girl who denied what's right,Broken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause when she was alone, she couldn't fight.
She started losing hope in everything,
Stopped trying to see what the future might bring.
She gave up on God in Heaven above,
She lost her path from the power of love,
She wanted everything to go away,
She tried to take her life one day.
She felt caged up like a bird,
She screamed so loud, but nobody heard.
Ignored, as if she weren't there,
A feeling of emptiness and despair.
She kept so much bottled up inside,
She always lied so she could hide.
Ashamed for always wanting to die;
She never looked people in the eyes.
Behind her eyes were words left unsaid,
Beneath her clothes was where she bled
When she took that razor to her skin
To release the emotions captured within.
The nights were the loneliest, she always cried.
The last thought at the end of the day: suicide.
She didn't feel important in any way,
"I deserved it," so she'd say.
Deserved the words that hit her like knives,
Wondering why she was