a craving inside me
straight to the bone
cant live without it
might die because of it
an unknown addiction
to the razor in my hand
to the blood pouring from my hand
addicted to the pain
cant escape
look away
but i still feel the pain
cant look at myself
the fear of not being able to stop
promises to my self
as the blood falls to the floor
this addiction is unknown
but i know too well
an addiction
trapped by fear.
Author notes
what can i say.. i was addicted to cutting.. i did it from 3rd to 9th grade went to a recovery hospital. got out and relapse every once in awhile. the feeling felt as if every emotion was just leaving my body and making me numb the way i wanted to be. i dont flaunt the marks like alot of people do im honestly ashamed of it. though most my poetry is based on it..
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- Addictions by starlite.
600 points, ended September 30, 2008, 43 entries
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Comments
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Such a sad, painful piece. And there are those that do this as part of a 'fad' and are proud of the scars left, which I think is infuriating...as those who really need the help are sometimes overlooked, services are inundated with those who do it 'cos others do'. I'm so pleased you got the help you needed, stay strong and keep writing awesome poetry
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