Great poets don't need to cut themselves They don't ever need to retreat They're stronger and more vibrant Than just the literature on these sheets They've all been through hell on Earth And will begin to endure much more Because their souls so ache for their hearts to bleed They're in love with the feeling before it all gets resolved, before it comes together Some cut so they can feel themselves But true poetry feels so much better
I've done it. Many of us have. But I stopped years ago. And today I'm glad I had.
I wish everyone in the world that ever wanted to cut would talk to me first. I wish they all lived in my city so I could hug them, listen to them, cry with them, and remind them what they're worth.