Matt
My name is Matt. I am currently 18. I’ve been cutting since I was about thirteen. I landed myself in a hospital during my senior year of high school for a few days. Since then I picked up an eating disorder as well. I’ve told a few people, some can relate, none of them seems to see my cuts as I do, until I found this site. It helps to know there are others out there.
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I don’t feel alone in crowds
I never feel alone at all
My mind is always there
Reminding me of how I’m never seen
And never cared for and never missed
Reminding me of all my faults
Of all my fears
It’s easy to be forgotten
I do it every day
It’s impossible to forget
I still remember when you left
That scar still bleeds
Like the millions of others
That mark the torture of the mind.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading on the subject of mutilation/cutting and I’ve found that I don’t cut for any of the standard reasons. There are no external infulences (abuse/lack of friends) and during episodes of cutting I never have the same feelings. It’s not out of stress or fear or happiness, I just know that I am going to cut and then usually I do. I do have a very slight case of anorexia, but that has subsided considerably. As for the sets of three… your guess is as good as mine.
