Impossible To Stop

by Alissa   Jun 22, 2005


It just build up and started getting worst
My life that is I'm just sick of being hurt
Be people and more by myself
But cutting is something I just do something I felt
I felt like it could help me and drain away my pain
Now I'm stuck with long scars and hiding in shame
I guess I heard so many stories on how it worked for real
People told me "Alissa it is gonna help you heal"
Figures I would do it because I'm so gullible
But now I became addicted and unstoppable
You all said it worked and it would heal my pain
Now I wanna call it quits and end this horrible game
I tried to stop I want to stop but I'm sick and can't
But its like you all want me to rooting me on with a chant
Why...why did I even start to cut my wrist
Why am I one of those people who go through this
It started off just a simple scratch
Now I have hundreds I became attached
I started to do it more then once and ended up 5 a day
I didn't want it to turn out this way
After I started doing it more I started to do it deeper then before
Its like I'm living a life full of sadness and horror
But I guess its almost to late just it stop and quit
I don't know why not its something I don't get
But I'm pretty much obsessed and can't stop right now
Even if I wanted to I just don't know how
Life is hard and depressing enough
But I guess it isn't gonna get easier so I gotta keep my head up
Life will get better soon just give it some time I guess
Right now I can't except more and I can't except less...

*kinda rocky at the end but anyways please comment and vote I'll return the favor*

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  • 19 years ago

    by Lynz

    Alissa~
    Great poem. Im sorry you are still depressed. You shouldn't have to feel all that pain. Someone actually told you to cut? It was the same way for me, too. No one told me to do it...I mean about the scratch thing. At first, I would ball my hands up into fists..then dig my nails into my arm. I would do that until I had blood flowing out of cuts. From my FINGERNAILS. then I used a thumbtack, then a razor blade. I;m sorry you have to feel all that pain. I;ve stopped cutting. There is a website you can go to...it helped me a little bit. Maybe it can help you, too. i';ll get back to it..otherwise, you iknow my emnai
    love always,
    Lyndsey

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