She sat
alone,
Alone at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside
and they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
as her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years,
and until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had enough,
the world around her was much too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congradulations society,
she is
dead.
"Describe what
it's like to cut?"
Well, go to
the beach. And walk in the water, blindfolded. You just keep
walking, you don't know where you're going. You just
know you're going deeper. That's what the build up to
cutting feels like. You don't know where you're going.
Depression has blinded you. All you know is you're going
deeper. Now just keep going until you drown. You want air, you
want relief, you don't want to be drowing anymore. Now
imagine the relief when someone pulls you out of the water.
That's what cutting is. Relief. Relief from all the pain
you've been drowning in. Relief from not feeling good
enough. Relief from the bullies at school. Relief from feeling
like your fat. Relief from your imperfections and insecurities.
You might find cutting disgusting and might never understan it
but when your drowning, you need saving. Y0u need relief. So
what is cutting like? It's
relief.
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