where do i fit in
i thought i was done
thought the hurting was over
yet it has just begun
the scars on my wrists
the scars on my side
are slowly faded
no more need to hide
yet that night in the past
that past all so near
i recut my wrists and sides
showing proof all so clear
so where do i go
i thought i was through
i thought i recovered
i thought it outgrew
but occasionally it happens
the memories spark
so i recut through my scars
as the blood runs so dark...
A contest entry
- food for thought- ♥- cutters, noncutters, and ex-cutters by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended November 10, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm a mix between "ex-cutter" & "cutter"...
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i love the way you have expressed this so well, i like the background you have used and the rhyme flow that fits together perfectly, i dont like it when people hurt themselves, thank you for sharing your story, i hope you soon outgrow this forever, keep writing, ~love your sissy Amy
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Quitting is definitely not easy. It was really hard for me and there have been times when I've wanted to relapse. There are still times when I want to. Good write.
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I'm sorry to hear that you've relapsed. Quitting isn't easy, but imagine being able to say that you've finally bounced back.... It'll come in due time.
The end was my favourite part. Something about it just stuck with me, like that blade in the pit of my stomach, and it felt like I got to know your mind on a very intimate level. Thanks for entering.
Laura
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u cut ur sides as in stomach? aw hun i love you plz dont cut..although i should take my own advice
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great! :)
i can relate its amazing, and i totally understand were your coming from...keep it up <3
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