I bring down the blade again
Just one more time
My skin had finally sewn shut
My wounds lost their bloody shine
The crimson had stopped flowing,
The tears were put away
I left my feelings closed up
Careful of what I'd say
After almost twelve months
Of living in despair
I finally brought my blade back
Like a breath of fresh air.
I feel the sharp sting,
With metal against my skin
I have missed this feeling,
Like an old familiar friend.
I promised I wouldn't think of this
Promised I'd try to quit
But I can feel it in my blood
As it drips down my wrist
This is not for attention,
And I don't really want to die
I just want to feel a different pain
One that's only mine
I don't know that I'll ever stop
'cause every time I do
I say I need to one more time
"Just to get my through."
Author notes
I havn't written in a while...but this is what came out of me today...
What did you think...truthfully
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good poem, but PLEASE tell me you haven't done this again. <3333
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I know the feeling love, but you mustn't cut...
<3
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amazing
I loved this. It kind of makes me think of how I feel now. I'm a cutter but I've been clean for 10 months and I'm so scared of relapsing.
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amazing
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It was me at one point
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i love this poem
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Very nice job on this poem my friend. I wish you didn't feel the need to indulge in self harm though
I am always here if you ever want to talk 
-Steve-
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Emotional, very much so. Great job.
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very well put
i have been in those footsteps of a selfmutilating addiction as cutting. and i can very very well relate to the way you put things, very well done
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Wow. This is a sad poem.
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