Age is not an issue,
Wisdom does not belong here.
The choices I made,
Nobody's but my own.
The stress I feel,
A weight I can not bare.
Pressure crushes me,
My body shrinks away.
Release me,
From the ties that bind,
Society would have my scars kept secret.
Too heavy for my mind to take,
The pressure begs to be released.
A swooning mind clouded by emotion,
Judgement is not needed here.
Ice cold blade touches prickly skin,
Smears blood that screams a welcome cry.
The pain is fleeting,
Barely even there.
Release me,
From those cold harsh stares,
My secrets are mine to keep.
Pressure now gone,
The mind at last clear.
At least until the stress returns
When pressure takes over once more.
If someone had told me long ago,
That cutting was addictive,
Suicide was out of reach,
And depression was just a state of mind.
Release me,
From your hypocratic oath,
Let me leave this life if I wish.
I may have listened,
I can't be sure.
But I cannot lie,
And say I never tried.
To kick the habit,
Was once my goal.
But this addiction,
Makes me feel.
Release me,
From insecurities that cannot be fought,
And only pain my soul.
The sight of my blood,
Releases my fear,
The stress,
The pressure.
That moment of pain,
The floods of tears,
Makes the first cut the sweetest,
Often the deepest.
Release me,
From all that holds me back,
Let me remain alone if that is my wish.
If someone had told me,
Don't start.
This addiction cannot be kicked,
You'll only lose yourself to it.
I might have listened,
Had I not already given in.
Had I not already felt the peace,
The calm that washes over me with every cut.
Release me,
From my imprisonment,
From the hands that keep me bound.
But those who say that cannot know,
They've never felt their own blood flow,
Never cut their own vein,
Felt the stillness before unconsciousness takes you.
If only someone had told the truth,
Don't start, I did.
You'll only love it,
Depend upon the addiction to survive.
Release me,
From these chains of ignorance,
Let me be.
For only can those who live in the darkness,
Have truly seen it's horrors,
It's wonderous calm,
It's peaceful embrace.
Only those who have felt that bitter sweet release,
Felt the cool metal blade slice across clean taut skin,
And felt the ebbing release of all that pains them,
Can truly understand.
A contest entry
- Dark, cutting, suicide, sadness, depression by stargardt13.
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Very nice! I wish someone would've warned me about cutting as well. But it is a peace I have never known. It releases me from the chains of the pressures that bind me to this world. For those few moments, I feel...free. I actually FEEL!! I really, really like this. Perfect write!! Keep it up =)
<3 - Jess
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I really loved this poem. I completely understand what your talking about. I wish someone had told me all of that before i started cutting... But your poem was so filled with great emotion and sadness. Thank you for entering it in my contest and sharing your pain with me. I hope writing brings you relief from your pain.
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wow
im sorry you feel that way, but remeber their are people out their who do care and would be very sad if it all just ended,trust me i almost lost two of my sisters their is another way! -
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I'm sorry you almost lost two of your sisters I hope they are okay now. Thank you very much for your comment : )
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