"cuting" poems - Hello Poetry

The thrill of cuting through the fall breeze The smell of a new parking lot everything around you is to your use But then.. there's the fall, The scrapes, The bleeding. The passion and love you have for it can never hurt Just keep on riding.

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Sep 19, 2012

Sep 19, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC

rudy-ramirez

Ride

The thrill of cuting through the fall breeze The smell of a new parking lot everything around you is to your use But then.. there's the fall, The scrapes, The bleeding. The passion and love you have for it can never hurt Just keep on riding.

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Please take time to read this <3 Few people know that I have come close to ending my own life, at least 4 times. At the time that is what I wanted, to die. Mostly because I thought it would take Away the pain and suffering I felt. I never fit in, kids at school would find any reason to make fun of me. When I was eight years old my sister and I were sent to a foster home. I was told on many occasions that my father wanted nothing to do with me. So I became depressed and lived by a label known as emo. One night I felt extremely depressed and I took a razor blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood ran out of the wound I had made and at that moment I realized I was addicted. Not only to cuting but to the feeling I got when I saw my blood. I knew I had a problem, I would cut every night just so I could feel something I could control and that I knew was real. My friends in middle school saw the cuts and tried to get me help but it only made it worse. I was put into therapy but that doesn't help unless you talk, in which I didn't. I didn't feel safe. The foster home my sister and I were living in was not a very good one. The guy was a creep. So we were forced out of that home and got adopted by my uncle. We tried many councilors and therapists but nothing seemed to help. I eventually got an 18 year old boyfriend and I was only 15. He got me drunk one night and took advantage of me. He stole my innocence, and gave me something else in return. A baby. But that baby died. Know matter how much it hurts I know that baby is better off with out me. I was so young. To this day, I still think about hurting myself but I am proud. I have gone a little over 4 months with out self harm, and with every day I grow stronger and stronger. So to those who took the time to read this, thank you. And if you are going through the same struggles, find a clear path and stay on it. Doesn't matter if you're an alcoholic, or a druggy, or even a *** addict. The only way to get better is through steps. Start with a week and slowly move up. I believe in you. Every single one.

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

Lil2hippie

I love you all

Please take time to read this <3 Few people know that I have come close to ending my own life, at least 4 times. At the time that is what I wanted, to die. Mostly because I thought it would take Away the pain and suffering I felt. I never fit in, kids at school would find any reason to make fun of me. When I was eight years old my sister and I were sent to a foster home. I was told on many occasions that my father wanted nothing to do with me. So I became depressed and lived by a label known as emo. One night I felt extremely depressed and I took a razor blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood ran out of the wound I had made and at that moment I realized I was addicted. Not only to cuting but to the feeling I got when I saw my blood. I knew I had a problem, I would cut every night just so I could feel something I could control and that I knew was real. My friends in middle school saw the cuts and tried to get me help but it only made it worse. I was put into therapy but that doesn't help unless you talk, in which I didn't. I didn't feel safe. The foster home my sister and I were living in was not a very good one. The guy was a creep. So we were forced out of that home and got adopted by my uncle. We tried many councilors and therapists but nothing seemed to help. I eventually got an 18 year old boyfriend and I was only 15. He got me drunk one night and took advantage of me. He stole my innocence, and gave me something else in return. A baby. But that baby died. Know matter how much it hurts I know that baby is better off with out me. I was so young. To this day, I still think about hurting myself but I am proud. I have gone a little over 4 months with out self harm, and with every day I grow stronger and stronger. So to those who took the time to read this, thank you. And if you are going through the same struggles, find a clear path and stay on it. Doesn't matter if you're an alcoholic, or a druggy, or even a *** addict. The only way to get better is through steps. Start with a week and slowly move up. I believe in you. Every single one.

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If you woke up from your chosen torments? And found my heart? On your cuting room floor were you left it. Would you feel shame? Try to put it back?

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Dec 19, 2015

Dec 19, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC

john-b

Knightmare

If you woke up from your chosen torments? And found my heart? On your cuting room floor were you left it. Would you feel shame? Try to put it back?

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Taunting bones poke through thinly stretched skin bruising flesh like dropped apples You sliced your finger-tip off in the process of cuting out the core

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC

Moean

Nectar

Taunting bones poke through thinly stretched skin bruising flesh like dropped apples You sliced your finger-tip off in the process of cuting out the core

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You know, its kinda funny how things go downhill so fast, when i was there, i couldn't say i was happy or the things are working, but i could say that at least i was close to you, time passed and this felling started to suffocate me, so i decide to move on. And now all of my days just turned gray, an endless sky of gray and shivering cold, day pass and all i do is smoke and stay in bed, all i do is remenber my time close to you, all i fell i sadness consuming my body, haunting my mind, suffocating my lungs, and now, all i do is think about you

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

expo-86

Cuting myself out

You know, its kinda funny how things go downhill so fast, when i was there, i couldn't say i was happy or the things are working, but i could say that at least i was close to you, time passed and this felling started to suffocate me, so i decide to move on. And now all of my days just turned gray, an endless sky of gray and shivering cold, day pass and all i do is smoke and stay in bed, all i do is remenber my time close to you, all i fell i sadness consuming my body, haunting my mind, suffocating my lungs, and now, all i do is think about you

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i dreamt my eyes reflected your pain, and turned it into lust. i dreamt i no longer had to water my art with tears, for your soul flooded me with passion, siezing the last bit of sanity your lips hadn't consumed. i dreamt of your papery skin cuting through me, begging for my blood to write love songs on your edges. i dreamt of you. and i couldn't help but curse reality when i woke up, because no matter how hard i shut my eyes, you, disolved in my pillow, like the memory of happiness.

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC

shaima_chachai

yasmin

i dreamt my eyes reflected your pain, and turned it into lust. i dreamt i no longer had to water my art with tears, for your soul flooded me with passion, siezing the last bit of sanity your lips hadn't consumed. i dreamt of your papery skin cuting through me, begging for my blood to write love songs on your edges. i dreamt of you. and i couldn't help but curse reality when i woke up, because no matter how hard i shut my eyes, you, disolved in my pillow, like the memory of happiness.

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Smoking dope to feel a smile on my face Living numb I can't ******* smile And that **** makes me feel dumb Leaving him cheating What else can I do wrong My chest is heaving Sat here tryna be weaving these words To try and release some hurt Release somthing I know oh to well the way I'm going I'm heading for rehab or worse death Numb in the head drugs are my butter n bread **** looks like I'm sick in the head Cuting myself just to feel somthing maybe I will end up ****** Dead

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC

PA1N

Sick in the head

Smoking dope to feel a smile on my face Living numb I can't ******* smile And that **** makes me feel dumb Leaving him cheating What else can I do wrong My chest is heaving Sat here tryna be weaving these words To try and release some hurt Release somthing I know oh to well the way I'm going I'm heading for rehab or worse death Numb in the head drugs are my butter n bread **** looks like I'm sick in the head Cuting myself just to feel somthing maybe I will end up ****** Dead

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