Cutting

Cutting is the only pain I can control,
When I cut, it feels like all my problems leave,
until the pain stops,
untli the bleeding stops,
than I come back to the real world,
I cut to forget all my problems,
to make me feel good,
wish I can stop cutting,
But I can not,
I am addicted to it,
Its like a drug that i can not stop,
something that my body needs,
that it craves,
when i cut,
I see the blood, and it makes me feel good,
its a rush that i love.
it seems like cutting is the only thing that i understand,
and people just dont know why i do it for.

This poem for all those cutters out there, i feel your pain. and i know how you feel. If you like this poem, please leave me a message. thanks.