Storry of a cutter

You think no one notices. you think they don't see. all the Marks on your arm are plain to see. but the cuts on you heart no one will know why you do this to your self and put yourself through so much hell.

my arm is scared as well as my heart. much deeper than Thoth's that most people have felt. i was a cutter one of the worse.

i was full of hate full of pain. no one cared no one knew. how i lay there in my blood. soaked with fear of getting up.

i lived life in front of everyone. i was as fake as can be.

fake smile
fake breath
fake heart on my sleeve.

thats how i liked it thats how it was. every night a blood covered heart. more cuts to hide more tears to fall. then one night i relived this doesn't make me anyone at all.

it turned me into someone i hate. a fake which is what i tried so hard not to be. the only thing i hate was now my destiny.

i wish i could change it. wish i could go back. but the past is present and will never cease.

its left on my arm and heart. the scars that are there never soon to pass.

love will only withstand. some one to care some one to trust.

when you cut out the pain you double the hate. take one step forward and three steps back. never gets you anywhere. only sets you back.

iv written this poem for all the cutters out there. cutting does nothing. i know you don't care but this is coming from a cutter once ago. some one who knows how you feel.

its hard to stop but worth it in the end. everything seems rite. you'll never understand until one night when you look up at the stars and it seems o so bright.

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