This poem was written on December 9th, 2009. This poem is about cutting and depression.

Warning: May be triggering but I needed to post this. I think this is a warning of what can happen when cutting takes over your life.

I am not sure how to describe this one so judge for yourselves!

This poem refers to my bipolar disorder and my cutting.

This is a short passage explaining the feelings I get when I self-mutilate.

About my ex feonce.

This is about my very dear friend, who at one point scared the wits out of me, when I found out she was a self-harmer. It’s hard for not only those who do it, but those who care about them.
Show them you care. <3.

Fear is a powerful thing.

Cutting is a poem about self harming. more stuff I wrote.

This is a poem about SH/SI. I am addicted to this as it has become an outlet for me to express many, many emotions, the need to feel I have control of something in my life, to punish myself…If you reading this are easily triggered please stop now or get someone to be with you to keep you safe.