Author Information
Cutting
Why is it so hard to stay alive?
Why does it feel like I am fighting for my life?
I constantly think of ways to injure myself,
My best friend is an X-acto knife.
I honestly don’t want to die,
It is definitely not my goal.
It would be a whole lot better,
If everyone would leave me alone in my hole.
I am afraid of this addiction,
I hate how I live with this sin.
But as the pain and anger get worse,
Instead of screaming and yelling, I cut again.
But God must have a purpose,
I just hope mine is not to die.
I just see when I am cutting,
The blood gives me an emotional high.
Please don’t take away my friend,
My love of cutting is how I get by.
I promise if you will just back off,
I will make sure I don’t die.
