Chapter 1 - Her life
Submitted June 19, 2006 Updated June 19, 2006 Status Incomplete | I wrote this talking to a friend about not liking how people always cut themselves, because it won't get them anywhere. It's really sad and really long, but worthwhile to read.
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Chapter 1 - Her life
Chapter 1 - Her life
She cut herself,
On that very day,
She did it in silence,
With nothing to say.
But how could she,
She was biting her lip,
To make the pain stop,
From the sharp mirror''s tip.
There was a long gash,
On her bleeding arm,
And when her mom came in,
She cried with alarm.
"Why are you in here,
What are you thinking,"
She looked at her feet,
With a bad, sinking feeling.
Why did I do this,
Why am I so dumb,
She thought to herself,
Her arm was now numb.
She was feeling light-headed,
And dizzy and blurred,
"How could you do this,
You must be absurd!"
Her mom led her out,
Out to the car,
But sadly, this girl,
Couldn''t make it that far.
Before she got in,
She started to slow,
No, God please,
No, God, No!
She pleaded and pleaded,
But she started to ail,
Her mom held her up,
But alas, she had failed.
The girl started to limp,
And started to stumble,
She started to talk,
But what came out was a mumble.
I''ll miss you dad,
And I''ll miss you, mom, too,
And I''m sorry for not,
Listening to you.
I shouldn''t cut myself,
I know now it is bad,
It''s ended my life,
A life that was sad.
A life of misery,
Of grief and pain,
And I wish all of you,
Not to go through the same.
That''s what she said,
Right before she died,
Because skin and sharp objects,
Are not meant to collide.
On that very day,
She did it in silence,
With nothing to say.
But how could she,
She was biting her lip,
To make the pain stop,
From the sharp mirror''s tip.
There was a long gash,
On her bleeding arm,
And when her mom came in,
She cried with alarm.
"Why are you in here,
What are you thinking,"
She looked at her feet,
With a bad, sinking feeling.
Why did I do this,
Why am I so dumb,
She thought to herself,
Her arm was now numb.
She was feeling light-headed,
And dizzy and blurred,
"How could you do this,
You must be absurd!"
Her mom led her out,
Out to the car,
But sadly, this girl,
Couldn''t make it that far.
Before she got in,
She started to slow,
No, God please,
No, God, No!
She pleaded and pleaded,
But she started to ail,
Her mom held her up,
But alas, she had failed.
The girl started to limp,
And started to stumble,
She started to talk,
But what came out was a mumble.
I''ll miss you dad,
And I''ll miss you, mom, too,
And I''m sorry for not,
Listening to you.
I shouldn''t cut myself,
I know now it is bad,
It''s ended my life,
A life that was sad.
A life of misery,
Of grief and pain,
And I wish all of you,
Not to go through the same.
That''s what she said,
Right before she died,
Because skin and sharp objects,
Are not meant to collide.
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XxNewYorkCityCinemaAestheticsxX on December 15, 2008, 3:25:50 PM
Sam400 on July 9, 2006, 8:32:27 AM
Sam400 on
WOw, this really IS deep... I`ll add it to favorites..Mutos_gurl101 on June 19, 2006, 12:49:07 PM
Wow, this is deep and sad. I love this. you're good keep it up *adds to favez*
If you've never cut yourself, you don't know anything about how it feels. You can't possibly imagine why someone would do it unless you were a cutter. I used to cut, and at the time, it seemed like the only thing that could solve the pain. There was so much sh*t happening, it felt like it was the only pain I could control. I could control how deep, or how long the cut was. I needed that control. When they put me on all of my medications, I started to feel numb. I used cutting again, just so that I could feel alive. Now that I look back on it, I realize that it was stupid to go that far.
I still need that control, but I channel my pain through art rather than blood now. And when I feel numb, I snap a rubber band around my wrist or hold ice on my arm.
You can't stop people from needing something, but you CAN help them find another way to get it.