I slit my wrist to erase the pain,
you look at me, and think I'm insane,
my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars then you will see,
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far to hard,
everything's gone wrong, it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying,
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry,
I'll be fine, and happy you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.
-Grecia
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@Burrfoot there's nothing to get. If you experience it, then you'll get it. Depression is funny. You can't understand it until you've experienced it for yourself.
@Burrfoot it doesn't. But at the time, the pain takes it away. You focus on the pain and nothing else. It takes you and puts you somewhere else. And it just feels good. It doesn't help, no. Not really. But it's a temporary release. But you see, once you cut, you want to keep going. And you do. You'll have the thrill of being afraid of cutting too deep. It's an addiction. Same a drugs and alcohol. Because what does it do? Numb the world around you.
@DepressionAnon yes I do get the analogy between cutting and alcohol, but it saddens me to read cutting posts as they tend to perpetuate the myth and somehow romanticise it. For once I'd like to read posts about how much worse it makes life.
If you ever need someone to talk to, you can kik me. Life might be hard sometimes but you have a purpose, even if you don't know what it is yet, don't cut, it'll get better.
Instead of cutting your wrists like an idiot, why don't you try something else that makes you happy instead. I don't believe for one second your enjoying it at all. Your parents must be worried sick. I'd seriously consider talking to a professional and getting help. Life is to short, everyone has ups and downs, your not the only person to suffer depression, it's how we deal with it that makes us strong. Cutting is a childish cry for help that people ignore as they don't understand it.
. Don't tell me that cutting is stupid you don't know my story. My parents couldn't give less of a fuck. Nothing makes me happy. I'm posting these things to let people know they're not alone. I don't cut anymore. But I want to help people who do. Cutting isn't always a cry for help. I NEVER let people see. I cut on my thighs. Not my wrists. My scars are hidden. That's why I am an anon. I don't want help. I don't need help. Cutting is an escape. A way to get away without permanently leaving. Do not judge me. You'll get it wrong every time.
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