From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms.
"The emo" they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can't help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die
The Emo They Call Me
My name is Cade, I'm trans ftm. I started to cut when I was 11. I haven't been able to stop. It's become a very bad addiction for me. Every time I try to stop, I always have a relapse. So I...
Cuts For A Life
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
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I understand how you feel. My parents died when I was 11, and I started blaming myself for everything. I started cutting at ten before they passed, due to the bullying at school and all of the death threats I was given. Trust me, tell someone. It makes everything better. I bottled up my feelings and it was hell. Stay strong, Jazzy
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