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Why I cut myself(how I became)
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk09:21 AM 3/19/05You sit back in your dead cow chair.
I look at the clock, not much time to spare.
You ask me what I do to hurt myself.
I sit there quietly waiting for help.
I tell you I cut.
But thats not enough.
You ask me where I cut myself at.
I take several minutes before answering that.
I reply "My arm..."
That not exactly where I do my self harm.
I dont find my arm a high enough risk.
Instead I cut myself om my wrist.
I dont know why I do what I do.
It just helps me make it through.
So please...please dont judge me.
Because I act differently.
I know it's odd to cause your self pain...
but it's just what has hapend this is how I became. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I know im a crazy bitch...but I cant help it...im sorry what am I suppost to do? ::cries::
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maddog4u31757 (3-19-2005 - 10:13 AM)
| love it! an ur not crazy. |
by (guest) (4-11-2005 - 05:15 AM)
| not ur not crazy ... your very talented
cutting is ...fun............ |
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