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Author: manicsmuse
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I wrote this after reading yet another self professed cutters story.. I actually did do this for a short period. when I was a kid. All I can say is just stop, it is not an addiction, the pain is the addiction, and when you get through that like a normal person, you will heal, and the cutting will be scary to you, and simply silly. Go above this pain you must have, find God or Allah or a stream or anything,. Get out of your self absorbed world, stop feeling sorry for all the wrongs, and get up and make it right for yourself... You are worthy, your strong, you are beautiful. Say it five thousand times as you hold a razor and want to cut, I AM WORTHY, I AM STRONGER THAN THIS. I AM BEAUTIFUL. After awhile, you too will see what others can see, and the cutting stops. BELIEVE IT CAN STOP AND IT WILL>>> I PROMISE.....


I am mortified to see all the literal talk about cutters.
People who slice and dice themselves up, only to reveal this to that one special person who is going to think they need a straight jacket, tell their family, and the attention fest of
complete confusion, anger, disgust and then pity can begin to fall all over these people, and when the spotlight dims, they cut themselves again.
No compassion you think.
Not true at all.
I have once been behind that blade that destroyed it all.
I needed to prove I was really fucked up, so I drank some vodka and started to cut
The booze dulls the pain and the blood is
just a mess
The truth of my life I could never confess.
Which as sick as it seems was never enough
I needed it all no matter the cost.
So if cutting would bring them
back to my aide,
my very best friend would become the blade.

Looking back now when I see through the shit,
I was nothing more than a concieted bitch
Who needed the drama
at any expense.
Sure there was pain in my miserable life
And failure to follow through with anything right.
But the truth be told cuttings not bold,
it a sorry attempt to see the pain
Drip down your stomach or pour out you viens.
Once you finally grow up, look down at your scars. Wonder how it is you can tell your daughters.
That Mommy sliced through her invinsible skin cause the pain was too much to not do it again....

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  This was insane!!! I really loved it. This really changed my outlook on a cutter's life, and how they really feel. I used to cut myself, and this really protrays the problems that they have. I especailly loved the description. It really made me think differently about some problems I am dealing with. My favorite part was the last 4 lines. It really made me regret that I used to cut myself, and that I couldn't handle the pain. Well great write, and I think that I am going to add this one to my favorites!!!
| Posted on 2006-03-23 00:00:00 | by alcoholcaust | [ Reply to This ]
  Very educational...a perspective of a problem that plauges many...unfortunatly offten young girls. I would imagine the truth might be to much for some. You wote it well.
| Posted on 2006-03-23 00:00:00 | by Noah | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow VERY nice job at conveying your feelings and letting us know how it is, you gave me a good mental picture of what was going on and how things changed. I liked the outline of this piece to sort of read like a story. Thanks for opeing up i loved this piece. Talk to you soon!
| Posted on 2006-03-22 00:00:00 | by amber_in_wyomin | [ Reply to This ]

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