I was a cutter

by LifeThroughMyEyes   Nov 17, 2006


I was a cutter,
i know how you feel.
the blade it cuts,
the scars they heal.

you feel alone,
in a crowded place.
like a poser you walk,
with a smile on your face.

you're constantly scared,
mad or depressed.
everyone wonders,
"why is she so stressed?"

all cutters know,
they all understand,
why that blood,
is creeping down their hand.

but here i am,
a piece of my life.
gone forever,
because of the knife.

i look at my arms,
yea, the cuts, they healed.
but the scars, they don't,
they'll forever reveal.

the pain that i felt,
the mistakes that i made.
I'm almost certain,
that they will never fade.

so here i am,
telling you my story.
hoping that you wont fall,
into the cutter's glory.

**don't make my mistake**

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  • 16 years ago

    by LifeThroughMyEyes

    You need to find someone to talk to .... im struggling with it again too.... i found that if i can talk to someone who knows what im talkin about with how it is an addiction and stuff...then it is easier to deal....

  • 16 years ago

    by SpEcIaLmE

    This was well written i liked the way u worded it to get ur message across
    im not a cutter but seriously have been thinking bout it alot, what i hate is my friend who i tell my probs to, doesnt see just how serious everything is
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by alim

    Very nice.
    i'm a cutter.
    trying to get over it.

    like you said, don't ever start cutting!!

    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by lonelynow

    Really good poem. i wish i'd read it a couple of months ago, though i doubt it could have stopped me. this was very well written xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Erin

    5/5 thanks for the poem girl n ill do that ur poem is very well written could feel wut ur saying keep it up ur real talented
    xoxo erin

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