Long, Depressing Rant
I really just can't do this anymore. Counting the days until someone changes my life. Till the day my own gaurdian angel comes down from the sky, and promises wonderful things. I now know, that day will never come.
I'll never be able to find someone who truly understands. Who truly cares. Who isn't a "fair weather" friend. Who gives me the help I need, even thuogh I don't deserve it. Who knows when I'm being sarcastic, and that I really don't want to know about your wonderful life. And how everyone loves, respects, and understands you. They don't leave you. They invite you. They worry about you when you have a bad day. And don't say things like, "There's nothing wrong with you." Then why the FUCK am I always teedering on the edge of a razor? And while I'm cleaning the blood off my carpet, you're out there living. With your great new boyfriend dancing under the twinkling lights. And then you leave me to my own devices. But when that ass leaves you, suddendly you know I exsit again. And you remember all those times you were going to call me. Those nights I sat at home and cried. Suddendly I'm your "buddy" again. But only when you need a shoulder to cry on. I always take the brunt of your problems. Or when you want something, then I'm invivted to your parties. I don't know you! You sadistic fucks!
I'm ready to throw in the towel. Forget my non-cuting streak. And finally do what makes me happy. If only for a minute. Maybe then I'll stop turning all this hatrate in on myself. While it twists and turns my insides. Wondering what I did wrong. What I could have done. When it was you who was doing this to ME! Leaving me behind. Without a second thought. Of course I wouldn't mind!!! Who would?! I would have just would have brought you down with me. Because I speak the truth and what I fucking know! What I have lived through! Unspeakable things! I wouldn't wish my life on my worst enemy. Which sadly, ends up many times being my "friends" and myself.
So I guess for now, I'll stick to my cutting communites. They understand. Even though they are complete strangers, they treat me better than most of you!!!
This poem was stolen from: grrbaby0309
Who posted it in: blades_edge
Warning....Before you make that first cut, remember--
You will find the blood and pain release addictive.
Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren't deep and will heal easily--
They will get deeper.
They will scar.
They will take sometimes months to heal.
And years for the scars to fade.
If you think you can limit the cutting to one area of your body think again.
It will spread when you run out of skin.
Be prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame.
Even if you are the most honest person ever to live--
You will find yourself lying to the people you love.
You will jerk back from your friends when they touch you as if their hands were dipped in poison.
You will be terrified that they will feel something under the cloth of your
shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to be touched.
Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut because you don't know how bad it will be.
Just wait for 10 cuts to turn into 100.
Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around thinking about cutting--
Cutting and covering up cutting.
And just wait till that first time you cut "too deep."
And you freak out because the blood won't stop...
And you are gasping...
And you feel yourself shaking all over.
You are having a panic attack and you are terrified but you can't tell anyone.
So you sit there alone...
Praying it will be okay--
Swearing you'll never let it go this far again...
But you will, and further.
Don't worry, you will learn how to take care of your cuts so that you can go deeper and deeper and avoid the ER.
And the better you get at treating your cuts,
The deeper they get.
You will lie to yourself and justify it when you find youself spending 20, 30, or 50 dollars every time you go the pharmacy.
You will feel the flutter of your heartbeat everytime you go to the counter to ring up your order.
Butterfly strips--
3 or 4 different kinds of dressings...
Betadine...
Antibiotic cream...
Medical tape...
Scar reducers...
You will tap your foot impatiently hoping the line will just move and no
one will stare at you or wonder why you need all these things.
And at the same time secretly hope someone will notice--
Someone who is standing in line with an armful of the same supplies.
Someone who understands--
But of course that never happens.
Medical supplies won't be the only thing you spend all your money on.
Be prepared to buy a new wardrobe--
Longsleeve shirts in summer colors, bracelets, wristbands, boots...
The list goes on and on.
You will start looking at everyone in a different way.
Scanning their bodies for any signs of SI.
Just hoping that you might meet someone like you so you don't feel so terribly alone.
You wont even think about it,
As your eyes scan their wrists arms.
Hoping, just hoping they will be like you.
But they are not.
You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone.
You will start doing a lot of things alone.
You will always have to wash your laundry in private so no one sees the blood stains on your clothes and towels.
You will always be cleaning up the blood.
Scrubbing your bathroom floor.
Wiping the blood off your keyboard.
You won't be able to make it through a day without cutting.
Next thing you know you are in a public bathroom somewhere breaking open a scab with a sewing needle that you keep in your wallet for emergencies.
When you get really desperate,
Anything will be a cutting tool...
Scissors...a car key...a needle...a paperclip...even a pen.
Doesn't matter what it is if you need to cut bad enough you will find something.
Say goodbye to things you took for granted.
Like wearing shorts or sandals...pedicures...sleeveless tops.
A normal summer day at the beach or in a swimming pool will become a far off memory for you.
Get ready to itch.
Because you will itch and itch.
So much you will look like you have fleas or a skin disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you destroy it carefully.
You will dream about cutting.
You will dream about being exposed.
It will haunt you day and night and take over your life.
You will wish you never made that first cut because while you absolutely hate cutting--
At the same time you love it and can not live without it...
I'll never be able to find someone who truly understands. Who truly cares. Who isn't a "fair weather" friend. Who gives me the help I need, even thuogh I don't deserve it. Who knows when I'm being sarcastic, and that I really don't want to know about your wonderful life. And how everyone loves, respects, and understands you. They don't leave you. They invite you. They worry about you when you have a bad day. And don't say things like, "There's nothing wrong with you." Then why the FUCK am I always teedering on the edge of a razor? And while I'm cleaning the blood off my carpet, you're out there living. With your great new boyfriend dancing under the twinkling lights. And then you leave me to my own devices. But when that ass leaves you, suddendly you know I exsit again. And you remember all those times you were going to call me. Those nights I sat at home and cried. Suddendly I'm your "buddy" again. But only when you need a shoulder to cry on. I always take the brunt of your problems. Or when you want something, then I'm invivted to your parties. I don't know you! You sadistic fucks!
I'm ready to throw in the towel. Forget my non-cuting streak. And finally do what makes me happy. If only for a minute. Maybe then I'll stop turning all this hatrate in on myself. While it twists and turns my insides. Wondering what I did wrong. What I could have done. When it was you who was doing this to ME! Leaving me behind. Without a second thought. Of course I wouldn't mind!!! Who would?! I would have just would have brought you down with me. Because I speak the truth and what I fucking know! What I have lived through! Unspeakable things! I wouldn't wish my life on my worst enemy. Which sadly, ends up many times being my "friends" and myself.
So I guess for now, I'll stick to my cutting communites. They understand. Even though they are complete strangers, they treat me better than most of you!!!
This poem was stolen from: grrbaby0309
Who posted it in: blades_edge
Warning....Before you make that first cut, remember--
You will find the blood and pain release addictive.
Even though you think you can make a few tiny cuts that aren't deep and will heal easily--
They will get deeper.
They will scar.
They will take sometimes months to heal.
And years for the scars to fade.
If you think you can limit the cutting to one area of your body think again.
It will spread when you run out of skin.
Be prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame.
Even if you are the most honest person ever to live--
You will find yourself lying to the people you love.
You will jerk back from your friends when they touch you as if their hands were dipped in poison.
You will be terrified that they will feel something under the cloth of your
shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to be touched.
Be prepared to get so out of control you fear your next cut because you don't know how bad it will be.
Just wait for 10 cuts to turn into 100.
Be prepared for your entire life to revolve around thinking about cutting--
Cutting and covering up cutting.
And just wait till that first time you cut "too deep."
And you freak out because the blood won't stop...
And you are gasping...
And you feel yourself shaking all over.
You are having a panic attack and you are terrified but you can't tell anyone.
So you sit there alone...
Praying it will be okay--
Swearing you'll never let it go this far again...
But you will, and further.
Don't worry, you will learn how to take care of your cuts so that you can go deeper and deeper and avoid the ER.
And the better you get at treating your cuts,
The deeper they get.
You will lie to yourself and justify it when you find youself spending 20, 30, or 50 dollars every time you go the pharmacy.
You will feel the flutter of your heartbeat everytime you go to the counter to ring up your order.
Butterfly strips--
3 or 4 different kinds of dressings...
Betadine...
Antibiotic cream...
Medical tape...
Scar reducers...
You will tap your foot impatiently hoping the line will just move and no
one will stare at you or wonder why you need all these things.
And at the same time secretly hope someone will notice--
Someone who is standing in line with an armful of the same supplies.
Someone who understands--
But of course that never happens.
Medical supplies won't be the only thing you spend all your money on.
Be prepared to buy a new wardrobe--
Longsleeve shirts in summer colors, bracelets, wristbands, boots...
The list goes on and on.
You will start looking at everyone in a different way.
Scanning their bodies for any signs of SI.
Just hoping that you might meet someone like you so you don't feel so terribly alone.
You wont even think about it,
As your eyes scan their wrists arms.
Hoping, just hoping they will be like you.
But they are not.
You will see their clean arms and feel terribly ashamed and alone.
You will start doing a lot of things alone.
You will always have to wash your laundry in private so no one sees the blood stains on your clothes and towels.
You will always be cleaning up the blood.
Scrubbing your bathroom floor.
Wiping the blood off your keyboard.
You won't be able to make it through a day without cutting.
Next thing you know you are in a public bathroom somewhere breaking open a scab with a sewing needle that you keep in your wallet for emergencies.
When you get really desperate,
Anything will be a cutting tool...
Scissors...a car key...a needle...a paperclip...even a pen.
Doesn't matter what it is if you need to cut bad enough you will find something.
Say goodbye to things you took for granted.
Like wearing shorts or sandals...pedicures...sleeveless tops.
A normal summer day at the beach or in a swimming pool will become a far off memory for you.
Get ready to itch.
Because you will itch and itch.
So much you will look like you have fleas or a skin disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you destroy it carefully.
You will dream about cutting.
You will dream about being exposed.
It will haunt you day and night and take over your life.
You will wish you never made that first cut because while you absolutely hate cutting--
At the same time you love it and can not live without it...