STOP Teen Suicide Poem

Disembodied by Cutting Feels Good

I wrote this because I never knew why I cut myself, I didn't understand until I did research and found out it is a real problem, I'm a cutter and I kept it undercover until now.

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Just throw everything away that's sharp because if you keep everything or anything that is sharp then you won't get over your addiction. I have gotten over my addiction of cutting myself....

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Published: July 2011

I love the warmth,
That seeps through my body,
when I press you close to me,
It's like I'm disembodied.

I yearn for your touch,
That causes me pain,
A release from reality,
I can no longer contain.

I often wonder,
Why & how do you please me so?
Yes, I love this,
Empty feeling, free flow.

How does it end?
Why can't I stop thinking of you?
You're the worst best thing for me,
How to give you up? I have no clue.

I'm completely convinced,
There is only one way to set you free,
I'm afraid there is no happy ending,
You shall become the death of me.

'Cause I'm addicted to your pain,
Your shinny outer surface,
Your just so sharp headed,
Your cutting edge I embrace.

I no longer feel,
This is my life,
I'm a cutter,
I'm addicted to the knife.

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  • Black Widdow by Black Widdow, manchester
  • 2 years ago

Just throw everything away that's sharp because if you keep everything or anything that is sharp then you won't get over your addiction. I have gotten over my addiction of cutting myself. Just hang in there!

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