It wasn't a suicide attempt,
It was an escape from everything aweful.
When we cut,
We're in control.
We make our own pain,
And we can stop it whenever we want.
Physical pain relieves the mental anguish.
For a brief moment,
The pain of cutting is the only thing on the cutter's mind.
And when that stops,
And the other pain comes back,
It's weaker.
Drugs do that too.
But not like cutting.
Nothing is like cutting.
YOU ARE READING
I am a Victim
Historia CortaYou may say, "I don't see any cuts." But why would I cut where you can see?
