I used to be a cutter and live a life of tears
i used to take my blade and try forget my fears
i used to be so distant like i wasn't even here
i used to smoke weed just so i could laugh
i used to smoke weed to fit in with a few of my friends
i used to smoke weed to forget all my fears
but now all that has changed
i no longer take out my blade and slice up my arms
I'm no longer distant
i no longer try to hide
i no longer smoke weed
or try to fit in
Ive changed my life around and i did it all my self
by realizing that people truly care and that people do notice me
i still cry sometimes i still have fears but i deal with them by talking to my friends
but when i see a cutter i wont ask them why they do it or if it hurts cause Ive already been through it all and i still have scares from it
and when i meet someone that does weed i wont lecture them about it being bad cause i no what it does and really its not that bad
this is my poem nd this is the end this is the truth and this can prove to you that cutting and weed may b addictive but it doesn't mean you can stop so when your life turns around i hope you have the strength to stop and only to do it while you need to
