I started to think about why people would ever cut. Why would people ever want to hurt themselves intentionally? I didn't understand the madness. I didn't understand self harm but I wanted to understand.
The thought of holding a sharp object to myself then dragging it across my skin was crazy to me. The thought of holding fire to myself. The thought of hitting myself. Giving myself bruises. I couldn't comprehend it but I wanted to so badly. I wanted to comprehend it so that I could help or something.
I began to think more about it, more of it. I began to look it up and read about it. I was finding quotes and poems. One poem said this.
"You cut because you have pain. You cut because you are hurting on the inside. You cut because you want to express what your feeling on the inside. You cut because you want to feel something. You cut because you think you deserve it."
I also read one that said this.
"Your mind was a mess so you made your body a mess too. You wanted your arms to match your heart and your legs to match your soul."
Then I looked up the reasons why people cut. It said they cut because they have no other way of letting the pain out. It said they bled the pain out. My only question was...would that work for me?
