Crying in your room,
You can't face the pain.
You search around
For something sharp.
Your tears dry.
You pull the sleeve up
And place the blade
Upon your arm.
You press on the blade.
You feel it enter your skin.
Relief? OR
Shame?
You battle though school.
The cuts are sore from your blazer.
You hardly dare to
Do P.E.
You know it's not right,
But is it the only way.
You want to stop,
But the pain will still be here.
You fight to keep alive.
Every day a new battle,
Every day a new scar,
Every day hopeless life.
That night you cut one more cut,
Slice once more.
Kill the pain,
Kill the habit.
You throw out the blade,
The blade which helped.
Your best friend,
Your worst enemy.
You're forced to do P.E.
You fumble with your shirt,
Scared of the eyes.
Your friend sees the cuts.
You're going to lunch.
She grabs your arm,
You flinch with the pain.
You catch sight of her arm.
She has the same.
She talks, she's been there.
She knows.
You talk about home.
She understands.
The pain is the same.
You break the addiction
With her help.
She knows.
She cares.
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,...
Break The Addiction To Cutting
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008 with permission of the Author.
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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, every life is important, especially you. The world will not be the same without you and it is important that you live. Poetry can really help you even if you don't have a knack for it, it will help others understand what is going on and you never know, maybe it will help you understand yourself. Never give up on the sky.