Cutter's Demise
By Bound_In_Chains
Feeling the razorblade's kiss
Now I remember this
I remember it all too well
The motion, the sting, and smell
Scratch over scratch, slice over slice
Nothing else will suffice
It numbs the guilt, numbs the grief
Oh how I've missed my bittersweet release
I watch the blood, as it beads
It frightens others, to me it intrigues
I wonder what it would be like
To not use a razor, but an exacto knife
To cause more harm, to push even harder
As my will to live slips away even farther
The relief fades too quickly, I'm coming down fast
Death is the only relief that will last
So I'll bide my time, I'll sit and wait
I'll devise a plan to get out of this place
I know you'll be sad, I know I'll be missed
However, you'll get by whether or not I exist
I need to get out of this place so bleak
I am not one of the strong, but one of the weak
I'm done, I'm broken, I'm sick of this world
In the end, I was nothing but a miserable girl
Comments on "Cutter's Demise"
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On Wednesday, August 10, 2016, LunaFlower
(8) wrote:
I've been cutting for a very long time, and in all my years doing it I've never heard it like that outside my head. No one, no doctor, psychiatrist, or therapist has made it seem like a terrible beauty. Only a sickness that must be cured. Thank you.
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On Sunday, March 15, 2015, Dismalmind
(26) wrote:
I can feel the pain in your words...
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A former member wrote:
I like this; you accurately portrayed what it's like to selfharm. Very relatable, well done!