Here's to The Cutters

by Raquel   Feb 26, 2006


Heres to all the cutters,
I saw and felt your pain.
I used to be just like you,
Dont make me write in vain.

My moms a skischizophrenic
She tried to take her life.
I just needed some comfort,
So I turned straight to the knife.

At first the cuts were little,
They were barely there at all.
Slowly they got bigger,
I quickly started to fall.

Spinning in confusion,
My rock bottom came fast.
Drunk and suicidal,
That night, almost my last.

Every slice so soothing,
Every tear so true.
Crimson drops releasing,
All till I found You.

By You I dont mean boyfriends,
And no I dont mean pot.
And no I dont mean sex or booze,
They You I found is God.

He minimized my problems,
He taught me how to live.
He gave my life a purpose,
To him my life I give.

Now when I am crying,
I fall down to the ground.
I thank God for everything,
Calming grace is found.

I know that this sounds stupid,
You think my heads in twists.
But God can give the best release,
Without the blood stained wrists.

Yes I used to be just like you,
Thought I was insane,
Cutting every day,
Thought I deserved pain,
I lived for the blade.

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BTW this is true. I'm 14, my mom tried to kill herself, I tried to kill myself( i was drunk though) I've been through some pretty crappy stuff and I used to slice up my wrists every night. It's not worth it. since i became a Christian my life has been 10 times better. None of my problems have went away but now I can deal with them without bloody wrists. Well. my e mail is r8t@hotmail.com e mial me. I dont bite

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  • 17 years ago

    by XOCuttersPainXO

    I love your poem!

  • 18 years ago

    by LifeThroughMyEyes

    That poem was inspirational
    i am a cutter and i life for those moments when i can just get away and...well cut...i need help and i think u could do it