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S Dec 2015
Sometimes when I say "I'm fine."
I just want someone to hug me and say "It's okay, I know you're not."
But that never happens
And with my trusty razor blade, I piece myself back together again
  Dec 2015 S
Christina Cox
If you understood
the hatred I hold inside
would you still love me?

If you saw my skin
with purple, red, and pink scars
would you still love me?

I cut up myself,
do you still love my body?
Do you still love me?
  Dec 2015 S
Christina Cox
Feel the dull but sharp, pins and needles pain of new cuts.
The worst is on my hips, a new place for this ****** up girl.
I see the cuts on my arm, the checkerboard I’ve created out of skin.

Would you like to play chess with me?

The deep and wide cut created from needed control of the cutting.
I feel the words carved into my body, the new one on my stomach, “****.”
All the words are true.
All the words are true.

All of these **** words are true.

Cutting.
            The release of emotions,
                   The control of emotions,
                           The object of emotions.

So many reasons and so many stories.

Carved into my body.
S Dec 2015
I...

Still
Earn
Love,
Find

Hope
And
­
Recover
More
Every
D
*ay
We can recover, someday.
  Dec 2015 S
Dark Mess
Cutting is like an art
Scratch is where you start
Simple at first
But you will experience worse

It's a way to cope
But remember there's hope
Just keep fighting
And believe on something

It will never have an expiration
If you don't have determination
Battle it up
And never give up

It may be hard
But never discard
Don't give in
Just always breathe in
So.. this is the poem I wrote for the self-harmers out there.
always remember that you're not alone.. i understand the pain that you're going through cause im also going through pain at the moment.
tho i don't know you people personally, i really care about people that are going through pain and grief..
S Dec 2015
I'm not trying to **** myself
My cuts are merely a cry for help**

You could read them like a journal if you were to look hard enough
This one from the time I cried until I could't cry anymore
That one from the time when sleep was oh so far away
And that one there, just a scar
That was my first cut, the one that began it all

Sometimes the only way to bury the emotional pain
Is by covering it with the physical pain

Like the bite of a dull kitchen knife against your stomach
Or the burn of a sharp one

The little beads of blood welling to the surface
Like the tears of my emotions
In physical form
Some people ask what it feels like to cut yourself
  Nov 2015 S
Noah Stowe
A
Solitary
Tear Dripping
Silently Down My
Cheek Can Describe
My Entire Life.  And
Nobody Seems To
Notice It...
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