trying2forget Posted September 12, 2007 Share Posted September 12, 2007 I don't cut anymore, I used to and still get urges to so this time instead of going into a downward spiral, I just wrote a poem about it. It really is an addiction just as real as alcoholism or substance addiction (I haven't cut in almost a year!) Some call it late night bathroom surgery Some call it making love to pain Ripping sleeves off old t-shirts And dancing broken in the rain Cracked skin, chapped lips All the scars the same Some call it harmless numbness I call it ending my own shame Keep a diary nearby to record your suffering Some use just a notebook I use my own apendeges Averted eyes and dirty looks Take the blade away, take the pen away Amber essense drifting down the hall Carpe Diem just one more endless day You know babe this is not your fault Hold my hand baby, hold my hand This endless addiction Is bringing me to shame This story is not a work of fiction It's my effing life Don't try to save me I can't even save myself Just run away and flee Just like everyone effing else Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mavh25 Posted September 12, 2007 Share Posted September 12, 2007 Woah. Brilliant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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