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    dots Submission Name: Jennydots
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    Author: Localfreak
    ASL Info:    37, Maybe, Here
    Elite Ratio:    5.37 - 131/123/76
    Words: 248
    Class/Type: Poetry/Cutting or Mutilation
    Total Views: 960
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       I've read so many poems about cutting and suicide I thought I'd write a more realistic view


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    dotsJennydots
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    Euphoria, after the sting has passed
    She cannot remember,
    How she came to find this feeling
    Doesn't care while the love buzz resides behind her eyes.
    As she watches the trickle trying to defy gravity
    The thought crosses her mind, to reach out, to taste
    The coppery tang save it going to waste

    Then numbness sets in as the pleasure subsides
    She stares at the ceiling,
    A thousand thoughts to send her reeling
    While the reflection of tears glint in the shard by her side
    Of the bottle of scent wrapped up so recently
    The gift from her parents on this, her birthday
    Ironic she supposed, in it's own way

    How light now her head feels, floating away
    Yet another pleasure
    Far from her body’s shallow breathing.
    It’s never gone this far before her tears by now are wiped and dried.
    But today, fourteen years from the day of her birth
    One slip with the glass cuts too deep through the flesh
    And one more soul leaves too quickly
    to leave a goodbye

    Where she is now we shall ne'er know
    But where she is remembered
    Where two dark figures still stand weeping
    Crystal teardrops filled with life within an empty shell of calm
    Still wondering why a child would try to bring herself to harm
    Not knowing why, the scars they found upon her chest and arms
    Not knowing that she died, while trying to forget you.




    Submitted on 2006-05-23 11:00:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Just to clarify, the responce a few things that should be known about self harm

    There are many reasons that the "real" self harmer would hurt themselves.
    It is very rarely for attention nor to make a point to anything or anybody
    Most commonly it is a form of self loathing and the feeling that you should punish yourself for your feelings.
    Other reasons include the old adage that physical pain can overshadow and remove the emotional pain a person has suffered.
    After a while this can also become addictive and the cutter has difficulty stopping even when happy.

    I have worked with a few cutters to help them get over the need as well as being a former self harmer myself.
    You will find that there are many in the modern world who play a game of show and tell though.
    These generally children are who I believe you were refering to.
    They cut because it has been popularised by the media and they believe that by doing so they fit in with the idea of being an outcast.
    In doing so they have disrupted the cause and stopped the people who are in great need of help from getting the attention they deserve and require.
    | Posted on 2006-12-15 00:00:00 | by Localfreak | [ Reply to This ]
      It has always amazed and awed me why someone could practice self mutilation. If it is to make a point or a statement it is the wrong road to travel since no one perhaps has any idea why the mutilation took place. It is not to get even with any one or to show disgust with some one since prior channels of communication hae not been explored deep enough for someone to grasp one's total disgust. The proper road to travel would be to truly empty the barrell of speech without arguing or bickering in order to get one's way. arguing and bickering closes the channels of communication . This results in authority becoming disinterested in one's feeling since language has come to a stand still in its proper dispersal of listening.
    | Posted on 2006-12-15 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ]
      I really enjoyed the lay out of this poem, it had a nice flow, I found the last stanza was perhaps not as strong as the rest of the poem, but I think the realism was captured. ~J
    | Posted on 2006-05-24 00:00:00 | by sunset | [ Reply to This ]


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