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This poem was written when I was going throw some hard times and I thought that everything would be better if I wasn't here.

Confessions Of A Cutter...

© Sebrina Newman
Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I

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Published: Nov 2007

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  • I used to cut and my boyfriend (at the time) never knew. I would even tell him life wasn't going well and he would ignore the fact. he still doesn't know I used to cut. but I don't even understand why I used to cut so I can relate

    pastcutter Submitted May 2009
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  • I am a cutter, and that explains so much that I feel..

    Emily, Usa Submitted Nov 2010
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  • I'm a cutter, have been for 8 years. I've been battling this for a long time, it gets harder and harder everyday. With it being summer. I find myself depressed more often, and when I decide to not wear a jacket I get stares. People ask me what happened or where those scars came from..
    I make up some lame excuse like the cat did it or it was a bush... I'm terrified of people knowing the truth.. but I'm making a video of my story and putting it on YouTube. when its finished I shall return here (:

    Leah, Tennessee Submitted Aug 2011
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  • I am a cutter as well I have been for the past 4 years and I can relate to this so much I don't know why I do it. It seems to be some sort of release for me. My mate knows but he doesn't understand it when I say I find it a release he says its marking up my skin and looks a mess. I just find when things are building up on me I decide to take the blade and cut.

    Birmingham, West Midlands Submitted Dec 2011
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  • I've been a cutter for about 9 years. This poem hits it right on target. When everything happens around you and nothing seems to be looking up you can only deal with so much. Cutting to me is like a release of everything you hold in. It helps for that split second but the feelings come back. Then you're mad and don't understand why you do it. I hate the scars on my body.

    Bridget, Michigan Submitted 10/23/2012
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  • I have been cutting for 2 years now. I'm not sure why I started, I guess I just felt like I'm not worth it. I hate everything about myself and I hate my life.

    Brooke, Regina Saskatchewan Submitted 12/16/2012
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