Monologues

Cutting

Daisy: Have you ever had a scab on your arm or leg and you just start picking away at it, and you can't stop because you want to get all the dead skin off? It starts to hurt and maybe it even starts to bleed, but you keep doing it because in some way it feels really good. The pain actually feels good.

That's what it's like for me. That's why I cut. Because in some weird way, the pain feels good. I guess I can't full explain it, and I suppose you think I'm insane, but somehow making these cuts, seeing the blood...well...it's a rush. It's like a drug. And I can't seem to stop. And sometimes I don't want to stop. But when people see my scars they sort of freak out...like my parents did. That's when I realize that what I do is kind of weird. But sometimes I feel so overwhelmed and so stressed out, and cutting is the only thing that helps me cope. It calms me down. I feel in control. (Pause)

Do you understand? Or do you just think I'm crazy?