I wrote this on Januar24, 2013. I wrote this originally because I was mad at othe poeple who were making fun of cutters. Now it is ment to show/tell them why. If you need to talk I'm here
MAY BE TRIGGERING!!!!
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~Don't forget to smile~Marietta
Why do I cut?
My body lays on the edge
Of sanity and insanity
My mind is screaming out
But there is no one to help
I need a release
I need a blade
Many don’t understand cutting
And they think it a joke
Saying “Cutter are crazy” or
“You should just slit your wrist and jump off a bridge.”
They don’t understand those words hurt
Your words make them think you don’t care
There is more than likely one person around you that cuts and you have no clue.
Your words make them think
“If they don’t care why should I stop?”
I hear it all day
And guess what
I’m one of those girls that sit there in class and you have no clue.
You make fun of it
Don’t worry you’re not the only one
But that doesn’t make it right
Do you want to know why I cut?
I cut because it helps numb the pain
I cut because at times I feel nothing at all
And I wonder if I’m really alive.
I cut trying to wipe the slate clean.
I cut to forget my past.
I cut because I blame myself for my past.
I cut because it’s addicting
Once you start its hard to stop.
I cut because I hate myself.
Why do I hate myself?
I hate myself because of the years of abuse,
Because of the years of bullying
Because I blame myself for my past
Because I think I’m ugly
Because I hate what I do
Because I hate my life.
I am nowhere near perfect.
I walk around with a fake smile,
Masking all the pain away.
You have no clue how much destruction I’ve caused myself.
Most of the time I think I’m invisible
But the thing is I’m not the only one.
