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Human error.
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.
"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.
Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.
She has her own problems.
So what's five more cuts?
It just adds to the many.
Though there be fear with the cutting.
After this feeling of release, there comes fear.
'What if I can't stop?'
'What if they find out?'
'What if I kill myself?'
My wrist is throbbing now.
It wants the knife, it wants the blood.
I need help.
It's not the cat anymore.
It never was.
The voices tell me not to stop.
I am going insane.
But I can't say this to you.
Please get me help.
She isn't enough.
The 'talking' you call it.
I can just stab myself with a pencil
Or break open a light bulb.
I want death to myself.
I want end.
It's all my mind is caught on.
Although I know your trying.
I need more help.
I need…help.
I've misplaced my razor, and I need something sharp.
Addicted to cutting.
I can inflict pain in ways that won't show.
I thought it was over.
I thought it was gone.
It's not stopping.
It's never stopping.
Five more cuts.
They won't show, and they will fade.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
It makes me feel normal.
I need punishment for every time I mess up.
Don't worry I won't die.
"I wish she would keep better track of things" one more cut.
"She is a freak" two more cuts.
"You don't care about anything do you?!" three cuts.
Some say it hurt.
Some say it's nothing.
Sure I thought I could talk to her about it, but now my only true friend is drifting.
She knew every thing about me, cutting, crying, depression, and so on. But, as I see her go.
Now we just say simple Hello's.
It's time she stopped dealing with me.
She has her own problems.
So what's five more cuts?
It just adds to the many.
Though there be fear with the cutting.
After this feeling of release, there comes fear.
'What if I can't stop?'
'What if they find out?'
'What if I kill myself?'
My wrist is throbbing now.
It wants the knife, it wants the blood.
I need help.
It's not the cat anymore.
It never was.
The voices tell me not to stop.
I am going insane.
But I can't say this to you.
Please get me help.
She isn't enough.
The 'talking' you call it.
I can just stab myself with a pencil
Or break open a light bulb.
I want death to myself.
I want end.
It's all my mind is caught on.
Although I know your trying.
I need more help.
I need…help.
I've misplaced my razor, and I need something sharp.
Addicted to cutting.
I can inflict pain in ways that won't show.
I thought it was over.
I thought it was gone.
It's not stopping.
It's never stopping.
Literature
Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Literature
Leave Me Behind
I punished myself today
Because I needed to
The guilt was eating at me
I didn't know what else to do
You say I don't deserve it
But we both know that's not true
The reason is very clear
I deserve it 'cause I hurt you
Even though I'm scared
To let this friendship end
You're better off this way
I don't deserve to be your friend
So you better run away
Before I change my mind
Run away and leave me
Just leave me behind
Your life will be much better
So you better do it now
I won't blame you for it
That is my solemn vow.
Literature
Cuts
I cut myself today
To see if it would heal
To see if the blood was red
To see if I am real
Old scars...there
Right there, on my wrist
Sure, they healed
The memorys just mist
This one is different
This is deeper
Right to the soul
Right to my fear
Hello darkness
My old friend
This time, were here
even pas the end
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Hello, this is quite an old poem and I must say I DO NOT SUPPORT SELF-HARM. I highly suggest if you are thinking about self-harm to contact a therapist or talk to someone you trust.
www.suicide.org/suicide-hotlin… This is a list of suicide hotlines and I hope nobody considers suicide.
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www.suicide.org/suicide-hotlin… This is a list of suicide hotlines and I hope nobody considers suicide.
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And if you don't trust anyone? How could they tell?