Cutting... to Cope

by Maria Daniel   Oct 31, 2009


It seems like everyone's mad at me,
what am I supposed to do?
I always mess up in so many ways
I never know who to turn to.

People get along with me, use me,
then later leave me all alone.
I call to talk to them but when I call
I hear only the dial tone.

What is it about me?
Is it because I cut my arms?
I did it only to cope
don't hate me because I self harmed.

People cope in different ways
they do drugs or they drink.
Why is cutting any different?
What makes them think...

...think that I'm so crazy,
or think that I'm so dumb?
Growing up in Child Protective Services
left me feeling numb.

CPS doesn't care what you went through
only that you're alone.
No family to come to rescue you
no one to talk to you on the phone.

I got hit, raped, molested, abused all my life,
it seems like no one even cared what
I went through that's why I use that knife.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Kelwin lost in thought

    I love it. I can relate cause I'm a cutter. Very good job

  • 15 years ago

    by junior8forever

    Wow i can completelyrelate i am also a cutter and our lifes sound so similar i love your poem if u ever want o chat you can always email me

  • 15 years ago

    by Fire Catches

    Amazing poem!
    Sorry for your past!
    I cut myself and not to kill myself only to cope
    and thats what no one see's!
    I hide myself n cutting smoking drinking
    anything that will take it away!
    I can sorta relate!

    5/5