Don't sit here and tell me not to cut, like saying that will make everything better. Like I'm going to stop.
When I cut, my mind screams keep going.
When I choose to take a break, my mind yells saying to not stop.
When I see the blood run it gives me the thrill for more.
When I cut, my mind yells why just surface cuts? Cut deeper, go deeper.
When I cry, my mind calls me worthless and tells me to go cut some more.
When I tell you I'm fine, I'm lying. I don't do it on purpose, my mind forces it out of my mouth.
When I even see someone else doing even like a cutting motion, I cringe because my mind tells me its my turn.
When I think of suicide I smile.
When I think of the people I'm around, I know I'm no use here.
When I think of all that I have done its all been a screw up.
I have lost some of the most amazing people that I have been really close to me because I screwed up.
The thought of cutting and the sharp edge of the razor sliding across my smooth skin as the color of red runs down my skin creating a picture on my skin and on the floor doesn't scare me, but encourages me to do it even more.
My paintbrush is my razor and my canvas is my wrist.
If I tell you I'm painting Please stop me, don't worry if I cry I just want to cut and let go.
If you ever see cuts on me and I can't honestly tell you what happend, you know what happened.
You call me strong, but I see weak.
Sometimes I want to be like the joker and cut a smile into my face even when I feel like frowning so everyone just sees happy.
So don't tell me to stop like I can just like that. I'm sick,I know. I'm addicted I know. I'm sorry I'm a disgrace. I'm sorry I am a side effect of life. I try not to show it around people. I do...
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RandomHey guys! so I have decided to take my feelings out in a better way then cutting so I decided to write. Everything in here is straight from my heart and no editing was put in to it. All of this is what I feel. So let me know what you guys think. Don...
