Razor Sharp Addiction
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Loading ...When you feel the stress you reach for the piece of steel you have made your friend believing it is
Going to be there at the end and when you carve your flesh just so that when the blood runs you
Gain your inner peace but soon afterwards you find your mind being taken by the darkness you just
Cut from your skin then you reach for the piece of steel that seemed to understand more than
Anything or anyone ever could because it never hurt you unless you forced it because it never
Shunned you for your mistakes neither did it make you feel guilty it never left you out on your own
It always made you feel better without wanting anything in return you always wanted to learn how
Not to burn in this world but you were only taught to turn away from the world because it never
Showed mercy or courtesy to you as you drag your tortured soul through each day without any
Goal at all you seem to just drift by and every time you cry deep inside a part of you dies and you
Feel somewhat less real then you suffer the ultimate torture you don’t know who you are anymore
As you continue in this unhealthy state of which will desecrate happiness and lure darkness into
Your heart like a dart into a heart it pierces through the flesh and lets your blood escape from
Where it should remain all you hold dear leaves you all that you ever wanted will escape you and
Leave your disheartened and damaged soul to fight alone against the darkness that has consumed
You
By Chris
Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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love the poem. i love this site too cause i can access it through my school!
love it. it’s amazing. i know how u feel.
Hey everyday I cut myself I got addictied to that and now I cant stop but at least I do it cuz my heart is broken.
dats really good <3
Ok I am seriously on the edge and am seriously considering cutting can u please help me
This is a great poem. I can totally relate to this in every way
this poem is very deep and i can totally relate to it…i started crying while i was reading it
i luv this poem its very deep i can totally relate to it. i started crying as i was reading it
i love this poem and if i hadnt decided to stop crying for good, i wouldve cried. this is amazing and i can relate.
omg i have cutt myself everyday for the past 2 years i am in love with this poem i can totally relate!!!!:)
I love this poem. It is so true. so how I feel
heyy, whats this poem about. is it suicide or what!!
i did that about an 5 hours ago inmy room but i got caught by my 2 year old sister and shee ask what i was doing and i said cutting myself and she ask why so i said because everyone hates me and that even i hate me and she said “i dont hate you” then i started cry and after she left i tried to hang myself but she told my mom and came and got me down with blood just running down my arms……
~Veronica Love Rose
i really could relate to ur poem i know this world is never easy and those dumb people jugde u at its all not right , oh how i know wat u feel inside , emetpy , or sometimes u feel nothing . this is all hard for everyone who fells this way and i think that ur poem can show peolpe out there who do feel the same ,it helps them know that they are not alone in this big but small world
its realy good and it makes total sence
it s amazing how these poems relate to me even though im not a cutter sometimes i want to put myself down and let the blade give me love but in too afriad of someone finding out, i no that no one loves me but my Dad
im 12 am ex cutter you have written my anthem cris *i give u a kiss on the cheek*…pleas dont die i beg u. u actually understand me ..thank you..only 2 people other than you understand me ..thank you…
love,jami
LOVE DIZ POEM I HAVE DA SAME PROBLEMS DIZ POEM IS TRUE I REALLY LOVE IT
Dont die. You are the only one that understands me..<3
ive been addicted to cuttin since i was 11.. an im 16 now, i do it cause i like the blood i like the rush.. i can totally relate to this peom..
beautiful i love i feel this way every day consumed by the darkness and voices
wow. this poem is amazing. i used to be a cutter, then i noticed the ones who loved me, and stopped being blind. i realized it was rude to block others out when really there is someone who loves you, always, no matter what you think. after that, i vowed to never cut again because there are others who have it way worse, and they are happy. when i looked at myself i was disgusted by what i saw, a girl consumed by her own pleasures and emotions. i turned my life around on the tip of a blade. ive had urges to cut again, every once in a while it just tugs in my heart, but i remember my vow. not because i made it a rule for myself, but because i remember why i made it.