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.
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...
Hey Taylor,
I really appreciate your comment on my poem. Thank you so much. When I experienced self-harm I really found poetry to be my outlet and a bit like a lifeline because it was...
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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.
Hi Kaylee,
You have no idea how much help your poem, your expression of your own pain, is bringing to all these other people who share in how you feel. Writing and poetry were always a way...
Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick...
Well, just be there for her. Let her rant to you, cry on your shoulder...anything she needs. Mentally just help her. I used to cut and my boyfriend still does... and we just talk about what's...
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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...
We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the red lines...
My name is Bella but I have changed it to Shadow. I am 14 years old and have just started cutting during this Coronavirus pandemic. I have never had any friends, and the few I had before this...
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 have so many friends that cut, and it hurts to know they do it, but one particularly stands as I can never unsee it. My BFF told me to raise her sleeve up yesterday when I asked, "What's...
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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...
The blood is gushing out
I don't know what I have done
you say it isn't right
but I wish it wasn't wrong...
I am really sorry for that, although it has never happened to me, I can feel the pains.
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,...
As she lies bleeding on the floor
She promised she would do no more
Harm to herself she really tried
But even she knew that she had lied...
I don't know you, but I feel for you and I love you. Please don't hurt yourself. You are loved, and I know bullying is hard and life can be demanding and tough, but stay strong and don't give...
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