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Post by americanclassicx3 on Nov 30, 2005 0:49:10 GMT -5
as the metal touches my skin, i release the pain from within and i'm dying inside because i have so much to hide it helps me to deal with the pain creating a distraction so i don't go insane i want so badly to feel the relief, but i can overcome the craving, i believe i need to get this off my mind, but a distraction is so hard to find it would be so easy to just give in and commit this awful sin but i can't succumb to this feeling instead, i must begin healing
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Nov 30, 2005 2:02:16 GMT -5
great poem.. i can relate.. awesome job
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Post by Jeni on Dec 1, 2005 17:57:36 GMT -5
i can relate to this so much, i used to think i could stop, i didn't need it, but then after about 1 and 1/2 years, of telling myself it was under controll, i realized i was no longer controlling the cutting, to be honest, the cutting was controlling me... it was at the begining of the 7th grade i realized i was truly addicted to cutting, (i'm in 10th grade now)
great write,
love jeni
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Post by arcanephantom on Dec 25, 2005 7:15:12 GMT -5
I have gone through this many a time. So many times have I tried to stop, so many times the resistance I did drop. It's so fucking hard. The only way it's possible to stop is to have a substitute that is just as satisfying as cutting. i found that out. but great poem. I can relate in the entirety. deidre
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