Josh
I first started cutting about when I was 10. At first, it didnt seem like a big thing, until it was the only thing I could think about during the week. I was lucky to get off of it for that time, but when I was 13, my girlfriend and I were being a little playful, and she cut me with a razor. That brought all the memories back, and now I cut all the time. It breaks her heart to see me like this, but I just can’t help it. It’s a part of me now, and unless I stop, I don’t know where my life may be headed. I was thinking about telling my parents about that, but they are so uptight, I am almost positive that they would send me to a mental hospital. I don’t know what to do. I am still trying to get off of cutting, and it’s not getting any better. So for all the people that haven’t started, and are thinking about it, don’t. It will ruin your life.
i look into the mirror
to see myself gazing back,
knife cluched in my hand
tear running down my cheek,
i love the pain, i need it
i hate the pain, i loath itv
but still the knife slides down my arm
bright red, it drips downs
and now i come back to my body
a sorrow, a shell
a nobody
gone
