STOP Cutting Poems - Page 2

  1. 21. They Think They Know

    • By Mackenzie Delancey
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

    Some may say that my poems are just random words scribbled on a page with no meaning whatsoever. But, as usual, they're wrong. Dreadfully, terribly wrong. My poems ARE me. Everything that I endure pours through me and onto the many pages of pain and agony. Though my poems may be depressing, this one in particular, they ARE me. I don't know any other way of expressing my feelings without coming out to be weak. I'm sorry if they are a bit dreadful, but I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

    Poem About People Not Understanding Why I Cut Myself

    "Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
    "It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
    But they just don't understand, do they?
    They don't understand what it's like.
    What it's like to feel SO ... MUCH ... PAIN.
    What it's like to feel so much emptiness.
    THEY
    JUST
    DON'T
    UNDERSTAND!
    Everything I go through!
    Everything I lock away inside
    NOBODY understands!

    They think they do though.
    They think they have me all figured out.
    They ALL think they know how it feels,
    But in reality
    They have no idea.

    Nor will they ever.

    So why do I do it?
    Why do I go through more pain?

    It blocks everything out.
    It makes the pain go away
    Or at least numbs me.
    I can't really feel the pain through all the tears.

    But only for a little while.
    Sooner or later the pain returns
    All at once
    With no warning,
    And the whole cycle of ruin, emptiness, and pain
    Returns
    To me
    Once more,

    For me to endure
    By myself,
    Alone.

    Forever

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  2. 22. Strength

    • By Teagan Delgado
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012

    I hope anyone who can relate to the beginning will take this as a push to get help. You deserve to live this wonderful life and people love you. So please, ask for help! Put your pride aside! It's worth it, people want to help.

    Poem About How To Stop Cutting

    She hurts and she cries
    No one sees the depression in her eyes
    The little girl smiles for everyone to see
    While she asks herself "why is it so hard to be me?"
    It never ends, she feels
    I will never fully heal
    She does things she has never understood
    Cuts as a distraction from the internal pain
    Finally realizing doing so, has no gain
    She wants to save herself
    Takes the blades off her shelf
    Finds the courage deep inside
    Screams I don't want to die
    She is better now
    When others ask her how
    She replies,
    Life is beautiful, that's not a lie.
    I'm going to do great things in the life I have ahead of me and you can too
    Follow me and I'll show you
    Watch the breeze; blow the leaves on the trees
    Let it blow away negative thoughts and feelings, because it's time to be free
    You can beat this, I know you can
    Because that little girl that smiled through her pain, with tears in her eyes...
    She did, she survived.

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  3. 23. Out With The Old And In With The New

    • By Shannon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2015

    My poem is about how I used to make bad choices in life. I have done 8 months in a youth residential facility and I have made a big change in my life. At 14 years old, I was bunking, self-harming, drinking and just not caring. I blocked out my family and hung out with bad influences. I hope my poem inspires you.

    Poem About Finding The Real You

    I blocked out happy and I blocked out sad.
    People told me to open my eyes and see what I could've had.
    As it spun and as it twirled,
    Round and round went my misunderstood world.
    Play, pause, stop, and rewind,
    I wanted to leave my life behind.

    With a "KEEP OUT!" sign for my future and a haunting past,
    With the way I was going, I would never last.
    I got depressed and I lost control,
    I didn't think of the consequences, I let my emotions go.
    Violence and hate flushed through my brain,
    No happy, no normal, just never-ending pain.

    I looked through the red, wet track marks across my once pure arms,
    People judged and stared at the girl who self-harms.
    You can't feel my pain, and you can't read my mind,
    Think about what I'm saying; I said, "I was fine."

    I was vulnerable and lonely, a very easy target.
    Now I am strong willed, confident, and kind hearted.
    So out with the old and in with the new.
    Find the lost person; that is the real you.

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  4. 24. A Few More Steps

    I self-harmed for a long time, and I contemplated suicide. I'm making progress; it's almost been a year since I last cut. I just want to let people know that it really does get better. You can do it.

    Poem About Recovering From Self-Harm

    You're almost there.
    Just a few more steps.
    You can beat this game,
    a lot like chess.
    You can move backward, and that's okay.
    Just remember to move forward every other day.

    Now, I'm no expert,
    but you will find
    if you keep moving forward,
    you'll get your peace of mind.
    It's gonna be hard, believe me I know,
    for you to show your healing cuts
    without feeling like a freakshow.

    It's going to get better.
    Trust me; just believe it.
    You'll finally be relieved of it.

    You're almost there.
    Just a few more steps.
    You can beat this game,
    a lot like chess.
    You can move backward, and that's okay.
    Just remember to move forward every other day.

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  5. 25. I Promise

    • By Rianna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015

    This is about me trying to stop cutting for my boyfriend.

    Poem About Things Getting Better

    There is a girl
    She used to live a lie
    She used to cry
    You wonder why

    She had a smile on her face
    But it wasn't real
    She was criticized
    But after a while she realized

    The pain inside
    Was temporary
    But the scars on her skin
    Reminders for her life

    There was hope
    She's not alone
    She took off her bracelets
    It's not her time yet

    She smiles
    The real one is staying for a while
    No more hiding her pain
    No more playing this game

    Don't go tonight
    Please hang on another night

    THINGS GET BETTER

    I promise

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