Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick
Some say that it's a sin
Just a little to risqué
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
And decide how deep I cut in
The icy chill running down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
Messing up on everything with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long
It's like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt all over
To scream at the top of my lungs until they break
I want to escape from my sadness
It's taking over me
Why can't I just rest
Why won't it let me be
I just want to be free
I'm Addicted To Cutting Myself
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...
Some Call It Crazy
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007 with permission of the Author.
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I'm 14 and have been cutting for 4 years. I stopped for a while but went back to the blade after some serious self-hatred started forming. I feel like I can't stop. Even on a good day I still need to. It's become a part of me. I want to stop but there is a part of me that doesn't.