An Apology to Cutters

by Amanda   Apr 20, 2005


This one time I'll try to explain
The reasons for what we do
Keep an open mind as you look
From a cutter's point of view

Everyday we're filled with pain
But at the same time we are numb
We yearn to show are agony
But the tears will just not come

Our lives run on without us
They're too far ahead to be caught
We are giving up
On those things for which we\'ve fought

We are bonded by our love
Of the pain that sets us free
We must be invisible
Because the world refuses to see

Surrounded by a crowd
We are each alone
We want to cut the threads
Of this trap in which we're sewn

I shed crimson tears
This is how I've cried
One more mark, one more scar
That I will have to hide

We have very few tools
In our box of ways to cope
Our blades are replacing
God, tears, friends, hope

You can call it unhealthy
But its keeping us alive
Without it we would have fallen
Would've already taken the dive

So now I can only hope
That if you cross a cutter's path
You'll keep an open mind
Please don't yell, cry, or laugh

Instead try to understand
Look deep into their mind
Don't hold it against them
Be careful with what you find

Most of all don't judge us
Because later you might see
That cutting is in your blood
Who knows? It happened to me.

So sorry to my fellow cutters
I judged before I knew
I hope you can forgive me
Because now I'm one of you

**I know what its like to look at a cutter and feel the urge to judge them. I also know what its like to be a cutter and be judged. So I'm sorry to all cutters, I feel like I must say it. And I also want to warn others, so they won't judge you too. Please comment/vote.

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  • 17 years ago

    by LifeThroughMyEyes

    I love it. and its okay. i just wish you didnt get into it. i hate that i started. but at the same time i love it.
    5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by In love with him for life

    I think it was wonderful to write this. I use to judge the cutters come to find out the next week I was doing it to. So now I don't judge. I stopped finally but the pain is building and I am thinking about it again. My boyfriend was a cutter and almost died, thank goodness he only pasted out. My friend just stopped last week and it is my turn..... please read and comment on my poems!