easing away at the sharpest tease
A slit or two to calm my nerves
An addiction that I don't deserve
I've waited so long to press it down
That people are wondering why I continue to frown
I love that cut like its all i have
When I go with out it I'm a crab
I weep in my room and blare my metal
I cry for that cut but its something I never settle
I let it build up inside till I cant resist
Then I make the cut like its something I don't miss
I let the blade slide down and now its gone for good
Until I handled the withdraw as long as I could
I curl up inside and tell all out loud
I resist and cry until my lovers proud
He'll hold me close as I close my eyes
I'm feeling better he makes sure I don't cry
Author notes
I know its one thats used often and actually its not an addiction any more. It sure as hell use to be something I couldn't give up and really my lover keeps me happy and when I'm sad he wont leave me alone
As well my best friend and I helped each other out a lot when we were trying our best to give this up...She was a huge help in that
The beauty in pain- option 2
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Comments
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I actually went seventeen years without cutting and then relapsed. What you have to remember is that no one else can make you stop no matter what the circumstance...we have to do it all ourselves..unfortunately. Thanks for a heartfelt write.


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Congrats on all the shinys!
You've done a great job with this. It is filled with dark emotions. I am so glad to hear you no longer do it, a hard thing to overcome. Well done!

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very hard indeed.
sadly its a lost and regained addiction.
Like an on and off light switch :/
thats life, right??
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This is art!
Great Job!
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Amazing.
I love it.
You really captured the essence of trying to give up such a tangible, working form of release. I'm glad you got through this.
I've been there, as you know. I'm always here to help. <3 Love you -
There is no option 6 in my contest.... what the heck????
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sorry I fixed it, I must have looked at rthe wrong contest thingy
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It's sad that some people have to restort to this kind of *healing* I hope that you're feeling better!! No one should marr their skin.
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darling daughter, this is such a dark write but through our talks I understand why. I love you so much and hope to be able to be here for you. this is very great poem. Love, Mother.


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Damn
I used to be just like that... I have the freakin scares to prove it... but i didn't have a loved one to help me through it all I had was me...
Damn that brought back a shit load of memories

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I've been lucky
When ever shit hit rock bottom for me I've always had a guy pull me out
When I use to be a heavy drug user the guy I actually was wtih for three years and engaged to pulled me out of that...{which I'm thankful for the most...clean for almost 3 years and proud of it
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When my cutting was getting worse and depression was growing I've had guys step in left and right...the one I have now wont even leave my side if I'm sad
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