Description: I don't cut anymore. I think it's really stupid and pointless now, actually. I just wanted to write something that shows how addicting it can be. I wrote it a while ago though and I'm not sure if I like it. Comments are apperciated.
Red Velvet -------------------------------------------
I have mixed thoughts on this poem. The thought behind it hits home, because my neice has been "cutting" for about a year or maybe alittle more, so it hits home. I try so hard to understand that, to understand the need to do it. So to hear you write about it, well, it's scary for a parent, a loved one, a friend to see that and not know how to help you through that. Not knowing the why behind it. So for that reason, it's powerful to me. I beg my neice to write. It can be such a powerful release. She promised to stop, we stopped seeing signs of the cutting on her arms, and believed her. Then a few weeks later, a friend told us she just does it where no one can see.. her legs, her feet, her breasts... What an enormous compund thing for a yong person to go through. Is there that much pain? That much hurt? Maybe those that don't cut or haven't will never understand. I commend you for writing. You did an excellent job writing this. I wish she could do the same. i'm glad to see you've stopped cutting. My best wishes to you! Keep writing.
I absolutely love that poem. Just how you worded everything. my favourite line was "Violets softly screaming. White roses control their tears" It was beautiful. Its going to be in my favourites. Congrats, love