(3/11/14$
My arm burns with pain
Why?
Because I cut last night
I lost my two weeks clean
I cut over one hundred times on my left arm
(3/12/14)
A year ago
I never would have thought that I would cut so much
I told myself I would stick to my hips
But then I moved to my wrist
And I said with confidence
That I would never ever cut anywhere but there
Nothing lasts forever, though
From my wrist to my arm
But only three deepish cuts, though
Right in the middle
And out of desperation once
I cut on my shoulders
One cut each
Both are scars now
My wrists have scars
My hips
My arm
My thighs
My shoulders
At least 50 scars
Some big
Some small
Some fading
Some new
But no matter what you say to yourself when you start
You WILLl cut more and more
The cuts will spread
And become deeper
You stop being scared to cut deep anymore
You stop caring where they are
The way you dress changes from short sleeves to long sleeves
And you start being carful of the way you sit and move while wearing short as to not show your scars
When you cut on you thighs you make sure you cut so they won't be noticeable in shorts
The thing is...
If you want to be in control of your wardrobe and everything
Don't start self harming
It sucks because it's hot when you wear long sleeves in the middle of summer
Just be careful
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Broken
PoetryA true diary... It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.