A Cutters Diary

[poorly_thought_out]

I wrote this 2 years ago and i just found it:

As i bring the balde down
I wonder why do i do this
As i think, i start to frown
If i go to deep think of all the fun i will miss
I know my parents whould cry for me
I bring it down, the blood comes, i slowely sink into the abis

As i again bring the blade down
I slash across
I think of my troubles
I mean who are they to say they are my boss
They may think they know me
But to them i am lost

I dont think they care
Yes they used to
My mother always stroking my hair
But then i got so bad they thought there was only one thing left to do
They wanted to send me away
But then i came to

I acted sweet and nice and good
I didnt yell or shout anymore
They thought i was acting like a daughter should
I never cried or screamed or slammed my door
They had no idea what i was doing
They had no idea i cut

[DaretoFallup]

Thank you for sharing this. This is how I feel quite often.

[ShatteredWings]

..Wow
Just.
fucking.
wow.

i think you summed up the exact logic and emotion behind cutting, in a simple four-stanza poem.

[Sunshine Girl]

They thought i was acting like a daughter should
I never cried or screamed or slammed my door
They had no idea what i was doing
They had no idea i cut

wow
so
this is how i feel exactlyy

keep writing your talented :)

[STAYING_STRONG4HIM]

the last part was like a perfect representation of how I act and feel all my life