I drag the balde across my wrist
releasing all my sadness and anger
all the emotional pain I felt
...gone
the only pain I feel now is physical
Cutting has become my way of coping with the hard times in life
making me feel alive when I feel dead
The one thing I can control in my life
Scars upon my wrist,
the constant reminders
of my ongoing battle
...hating myself
...hating the world
wanting an easy way to rid my life of desolation
wanting nothing but happiness
I weep as I realise how selfish I am
Desiring eternal prosperity
A life with no perils
I cannot live without punishment
I hope, pray that I will learn
To love life
Smile
Laugh
And be a strong person...
