CuttingNOTE: I haven't cut since February 2000. Yay, me!!Cutting
When my world spins wildly out of control and a white-hot shaft of pure pain slices deep into my heart, my mind brings forth images of self-injury.
As I force down my fear and tentatively reach out to another for a touch of comfort, my heart is in my throat. If that hesitant request is misunderstood, goes unnoticed, or is rejected, that fear and pain break free, double in strength, and form a swirling vortex of despair. A tidal wave of self-loathing breaks over my head. Why did I think that my needs were so important? Why didn't I notice that the other person
Cuttingrazor blade razor blade where art tho? sliding across creating a gougeCutting
I'm hiding, I'm cutting the razors my friend it helps take away the pain that I'm in
making the rivers run red and drip down these are my tears crying? what's that? I forgot how
it's not suicide I'm after just carving a release was that a typo? all I want is some peace
tell the voices to shut up will they ever go away? to satisfy them this is the price I must pay
slashing my arms and cutting my flesh creating
