I thought I had it beaten
I thought I had won
The blade had crossed my mind
But the cut was never done
My life still had stress
It wasn’t perfect by any means
I surrounded myself with loved ones
The deep void and pain had eased
But lately things have gotten worse
I have no control of my life
The horrible panic has returned
I needed the relief of the knife
Physical pain so much easier to bear
This is something I can do
I have taken back the reigns
A total loser thru and thru
I never wanted to return to cutting
I have given in I am so weak
I wish my life could run smoother
My future right now is bleak
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Why Do I Cut?
Non-FictionI have turned this poem into more of a short story or journal...I honestly don't know what to call it. It will just have my honest feelings and reasons behind why I cut
