I tried to cut out the pain,
But now only scars remain.
I'd grab the razor with glee,
And slice the skin free.
I felt I was doing justice;
But then I'd feel sadness,
Cloaking me after the deed.
I'd just watch myself bleed.
I wanted to quit,
The sin I commit.
It became an addiction,
That stole conviction.
It made me feel unclean,
But it got me seen.
This unwanted habit,
Turned me into a poet.
Poetry gave me redemption.
It grasped my attention.
My feelings held in ink;
I no longer will sink,
That blade into my arm,
Or do myself any harm.
At last I have finally won,
Against this painful prison.
The scars are not history,
But they remind me of my victory.
But now only scars remain.
I'd grab the razor with glee,
And slice the skin free.
I felt I was doing justice;
But then I'd feel sadness,
Cloaking me after the deed.
I'd just watch myself bleed.
I wanted to quit,
The sin I commit.
It became an addiction,
That stole conviction.
It made me feel unclean,
But it got me seen.
This unwanted habit,
Turned me into a poet.
Poetry gave me redemption.
It grasped my attention.
My feelings held in ink;
I no longer will sink,
That blade into my arm,
Or do myself any harm.
At last I have finally won,
Against this painful prison.
The scars are not history,
But they remind me of my victory.
Author notes
OPTION 2.
Dear Darling Katie, It seems you have missed the boat while writing this contest. I like yellow feet and my dog has a hairy nose.
My dog actually have a hairy nose. Hello I'm Sorath and I'm an ex-cutter. I feel proud to overcome it. I was crazy to start it in the first place.
A contest entry
- For Teenagers by musik-freek.
450 points, ended February 23, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Make me burst out in tears with your words by KaseyL.
600 points, ended May 9, 2008, 84 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Well I think it's bad, what do you think?
Comments
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I wrote as the first, mabe second option...that I didn't want any cutting stories. Nonetheless this is very well written and I'm glad that poetry saved you from harming yourself.
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"Poetry gave me redemption.
It grasped my attention.
My feelings held in ink;
I no longer will sink,
That blade into my arm,
Or do myself any harm."
And im so proud of you ashlie for doing so. im glad youve overcome such a horrible addiction, as it so could be called. keep writing poetry ashy! it may just keep u slightly more sane
-Swintha


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Its good
Well well, being an ex-cutter myself, I know how you feel. I use writing as a way out as well. Yeah, I saw a friend doing it and I told her not to but then I tried it... I'm glad you are over it.



