This poem describes the feelings and inner turmoil of someone battling depression, and cutting.

Self mutilation.

Sometimes in the midst of all the insanity, you sometimes gotta stop and ask yourself that. Sometimes the answer is "I don’t know."

Sometimes only one thing helps when the pain is too much.

Sometimes when it hurts too much to cry, you just have to bleed.

A poem acutally about a person.

What I went through.

Self mutilation is a funny thing…

For years I struggled with depression and self injury, very few people ever understood the feelings that accompanied it, or exactly what it was. Many believed it was a cry for attention, but it is not. I wrote this one day in an attempt to convey to those who did not understand, just how important it is for individuals to understand that this is no different than a drinking problem, or an eating disorder. It is growing among the teen population and unless others are made aware of it, the problem will only worsen.

A poem about my struggle with depression and self-mutilation ("cutting")