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    dots Submission Name: My Friend...Therapist...Bladedots
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    Author: Dark_Dancer
    ASL Info:    18/F/Washington
    Elite Ratio:    3.44 - 174/164/96
    Words: 253
    Class/Type: Poetry/Cutting or Mutilation
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    Description:
       Wrote it for my couns. to understand cutting. It's pretty shallow, I think, and I don't think there's much emotion behind it. A simple poem, really.


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    dotsMy Friend...Therapist...Bladedots
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    Like so many on this wayward path
    That some call life and some call death
    He, too, was shunted to one side
    The rushing crowds didn't want to hear or see him
    Or even acknowledge that he existed
    And the minor hoardes din't care
    The isolation was a cut
    That festered and grew
    Until life was something
    He could no longer bear

    And then one day it happened
    Alone in his bathroom
    Ready to die
    He found a friend
    A shoulder on which he could cry

    This friend was unlike any other-
    It was one he could control
    Yet little did he know the control it gave
    Was control of it's own

    He confided in his friend often-
    Told it his weaknesses, pain
    Of endless abuse, night, hell
    And it's therapy was liberating

    Pain that said "There's still something
    Human beating in your dead soul"
    Blood that said "You can control your life"
    And a peace and freedom he had forgotten

    This doctor and friend
    Taught him how to cry
    Survive
    Feel
    It didn't stop him from hating himself
    From punishing himself for ignorance and stupidity

    It reeled him in until he was out of control
    And then it allowed him to see
    That it was his life and soul

    It isn't easy to leave this friend behind
    Even though it's destructive
    And it renders us blind
    To the scars we bear and the pain we hide
    It is our light
    When no one else shines.




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      Wow that is cool that you are trying to understand something that very few people try to understand. I am a cutter and I often feel like people judge me before they even try to understand why I do that. I really like how you went about in the piece. I expecially like these lines:
    "And it renders us blind
    To the scars we bear and the pain we hide"
    A job well done
    | Posted on 2004-12-16 00:00:00 | by demonickitten87 | [ Reply to This ]
      whoa, this is pretty [censored]in awesome! I can relate big time, I used to cut myself all up, hoping that I would feel better afterwards, and it works, it does, only for a short period of time, than I am angry again, and find myself sitting on the floor doing it again... I have scars on my legs, like above my knees, and on my left wrist, I guess that people just go through a phase you know? this is really cool though, I enjoyed it alot, definitely going into my favorites.
    | Posted on 2004-12-06 00:00:00 | by ViCiOuSWrItEr | [ Reply to This ]
      Aw this is really awesome! And for Vicious its true I know this because we are pretty good friends and we both started doing that around the same time like 5th or 6th grade i got away with it before i got more addicted yet i still continue to do it if im way down or anything. My boyfriend keeps me from doing it really but once in the summer he wasnt' there and the razor blade was my friend and was there for me... now i try to help vicious with not doing it and luckily she also has a boyfriend who cares :) keep ur head up
    | Posted on 2004-12-06 00:00:00 | by grinninggashes | [ Reply to This ]


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