I have nothing in my life to stabilize me
Nothing to care about
Everything I thought I knew, was wrong
The people I thought that were there for me weren't
That is why I cut
To erase the pain that is brought on by others
And the things I feel because of them
To erase the thought of being alone
In my fucking pathetic life
I cut so I can release tension
Tension I shouldn't have
I'm so fucking depressed nothing else seems to work
I try not to cry
For me it's my weakness
But before I know it my clear tears are flowing
Along with the crimson ones
That is why I cut
Author notes
...
Written September 24th, 2005
A contest entry
- why do you cut? by blood sheds.
500 points, ended September 24, 2005, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
Thank you so much. I have grown out of doing some stupid shit to myself, and I am glad there is someone here that I can talk to. Thanks for commenting!
Jen -
Reading that broke my heart. What pissed me off, is getting to the comment section and seeing that no one really gave a shit. This is serious. And no one is doing anything about it.
I'm a Psychology major, and I would love nothing more in this world to help you out sweetheart. I've helped people on AP more then once, and they've sucessfully stopped cutting and live lifes that they are MORE then proud of.
If you wanted to let me in on some information, and let me talk to you and maybe help you, Please...please let me.
It absolutly breaks my heart to see you mutulate yourself over emotional pain that shouldn't exist. Reading that I feel like you have no one to go to, to just talk if you ever need it. So I'm offering my time, if you need a thing...ever...I can be there. Think of me as a gardian angel...one snap of the fingers and Im there for you to talk to, to cry to, or to vent to. I don't care if it's so irrational, or so petty that you don't think you should say anything, I'd like to know. I'm 18 years old, and have gone through a lot of things in my life that I should be very ashamed of...but I grew up, I grew strong, and I stopped doing some stupid things that I thought was helping my depression and wasn't. So please, think about it, let me help you live a life you can be proud of....
Or at least let me help you open your eyes so you can see that it already IS a life to be proud of.
Nothing is THAT bad sweetheart.
Nothing.
<3
Eva -
thank you for your comment. im glad other people out there feel the same way.
-
I'm so sorry, I feel the same. good luck in the contest!!
-
... ...
-
this is great. your one of the few people who have actually told me why. Weldone and good luck
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
2 old applause
