The first time isn't deep
It's basically just a scratch from the blade
It doesn't bleed a lot
But just enough
To feel the rush
The second time isn't much deeper
"It hurts to much"
But he still feels release
"The pain feels good"
One last slow cut across his wrist
The third time is deeper than before
It's bleeding more
It's hurting less
He loves it more
Hates it less
The fourth time he passes out
He cut deep enough to split the skin
"It makes me feel better"
"I like it. It puts the hurt on the outside"
The fifth time he goes to the hospital
It's an addiction
Just like other things
He can't stop
No matter how hard he tries
The sixth time there is no pain
He hates having a girlfriend
Then he will need to explain
She will leave him
He couldn't handle it
The seventh time it's his throat
He's home alone
He has a knife
Pressed against his throat
Wanting to be gone
One quick swipe*
It's all over
Don't forget boys hurt too, boys cut, they commit suicide. They hurts just like girls do
I know lots of girls who cut
and ask them how they do it,
for it's such a brave feat to undertake
but they say there's nothing to it.
They're not afraid of blood loss,
or ripping apart their skin,
to have this be your only escape
what predicament could they be in?
So simply think of a time when you were bad
and about the pain you deserve,
and with each precise, thin, clean cut
your guilt goes away, unheard.
And then when ****** gaps close up
and the healing's coming far,
then you'll have some company to keep
for it's now and your scars.
June 29, 2013 /itsjusterin
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