To The Cutters

by ~lost in memories~   Jul 20, 2005


Happy, laughing, smiling,
On the inside slowly dying.
No one knows the pain,
The pain that just can't explain.
Each lonely night go back to it,
You love it but hate to admit.
It is your best friend,
And might be until the end.
One rub across your skin,
Then do it all over again.
It relieves you,
And gets you through.
The red is now dipping,
And all your pain is slipping.
The marks are made,
From a cutter's blade.

~i'm not one anymore but i was for over a year...it's so tempting to go back to it...i wrote this last night when i was really down...and just so everyone knows...all the people that make fun of cutters, just never have felt that pain...i have no respect for those people~

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  • 18 years ago

    by Joey P

    i love your poem, i can relate to it so much and im glad poeple here understand what we feel and wat on 1 else can understand, so i respect you on writing this poem because you know how it is to feel like killing yourself, unlike other people.

  • 18 years ago

    by Brokenbaby

    Yeah i was a cutter since i was in grade 5..dont make fun of ppl that do it because behind every cut theres a story braking them up inside.

  • 18 years ago

    by nichole

    This is a great poem, i love it

  • 18 years ago

    by s00per d00per

    Pashaw...u better be reading your comments...took me forever to scroll all the way down...Lmfao...

    GreAt PoEm My LoVe

    KeEp iT KeWL...
    HUGZ NOT DRUGZ!
    No...im joking...i support your habit..>.>

    @{--`,---`,-{Much Love}-`,---`,--}@

  • 18 years ago

    by Jordan

    I agree with everything this poem stands for. (Mainly because Im a cutter too) People who cut arn't by any means crazy, more as just looking for a way out. I love this poem. Good Job

    Much Love,
    Jordan-Paige

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