Many people face extremely difficult problems on a daily basis, which can be emotionally exhausting. Cutting to feel physical pain may quickly become preferable to feeling deep emotional anguish every day. If you have succumbed to cutting, you might find it quickly turns into a dangerous addiction. It takes courage to identify the source of your emotional pain and get help, but it is worth it. Recovery can take months or even years, but this is a battle you can win. Confiding in a trusted friend or your parents, even if it means writing down your feelings in a letter is one positive step towards recovery.
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Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
I want to thank you for sharing your experience. I still struggle with my pain, and it hurt me to be able to associate with your poem, but the end made me smile even though I was crying....
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It controls her.
She can't stop it.
It's a constant battle.
She can't drop it.
My friend came to me about her cutting during our freshman year in high school. She showed me her thigh, and I was scared to death for her. I tried my best to help her feel better, but I know...
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
I understand your pain, I understand your urge, I understand you fear. I'm not sure if you've left that corner behind, but I'm still there. I can't move, and I can barely breathe. The...
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I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced
from the blade of my knife
I had a friend once that I thought I had lost because she had been having a hard time, but know I don't know where she is or if she is alive.
As tears run down her face,
she realized she's made a mistake.
An utter suffocation,
she's trying to hold on.
I was touched by this poem because I do hurt myself, and I know it is bad, but I have terrible anxiety and when I have nothing to do I get anxious, so I really just got worse and worse. I...
You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
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Crying in your room,
You can't face the pain.
You search around
For something sharp.
Camri-
Fight that inner place that tells you to cut, in fact make a list of all the people who love you and die for you- I bet that there is at least one and probably more. Listen to me,...
While you were away today,
Some unkind words were said.
My orders you surely did disobey
When you left me on your bed.
I used to be a cutter, and I'm not proud to say it. My life became pretty much worse when it started to become a habit. Fortunately, I was able to stop. To all those who cut, you can do it....
I walk through these halls, I take note of it all.
I notice the tans, the fads and even those designer bags.
I hear the names being called, I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.
I'm 12 and I've been cutting for almost a year. It's really hard to stop, and everyone hates me for it. I have more scars than I do friends. I feel like whenever I cut someone gives up on me....
I sit here, letting my mind wander.
I let it wander too far.
As she whispers my name, I scream, "No."
She continues to whisper to me.
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