(8 months)
it all started with one little cut
made by one little eraser
how could i have known??
then, it was medium size cut
made by a medium sized key
why didn't i realize??
next, it was a good-sized cut
made by good-sized ripped part of a coke can
how could i have been so stupid??
finally, it was a deep, large cut
made by one large Exacto kife
why couldn't i snap out of it??
they saw the scars
they heard the words
they saw the tears
they helped this girl
But,
He healed my broken soul
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wow. this really hit home for me. i was a cutter for about two or three years, and i finally stopped thanks to one person who's no longer in my life. but he really helped me while he was, and he got me to stop for good.
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this is such an awesome poem. i loved the ending. i cut for about 3 years and stopped almost a year ago. its a hard thing to do and i admire you for being able to. awesome poem.
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Not being judmental but i honestly have never understood the motivation behind cutting. I understand it's a problem many teenagers face and thanks for deepening my insight
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Many people do not understand the reasoning behind cutting, sometimes not even the cutter themselves. I don't blame you for being judgemental, because you're not. It's very hard for many people to understand. Now that I'm clean, sometimes even I don't understand why i did it.
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Thats how it happens, one small cut turns into a couple small cuts, which turn into numerous deep long wounds. Its like slowly progressing into insanity; you don't notice how bad it gets. You just brush it off.
but I agree its possible to quit when theres the right motivation. Your poem was worded perfectly for what it was written about =]
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