I don't cut anymore, I used to and still get urges to so this time instead of going into a downward spiral, I just wrote a poem about it. It really is an addiction just as real as alcoholism or substance addiction (I haven't cut in almost a year!)
Some call it late night bathroom surgery
Some call it making love to pain
Ripping sleeves off old t-shirts
And dancing broken in the rain
Cracked skin, chapped lips
All the scars the same
Some call it harmless numbness
I call it ending my own shame
Keep a diary nearby to record your suffering
Some use just a notebook
I use my own apendeges
Averted eyes and dirty looks
Take the blade away, take the pen away
Amber essense drifting down the hall
Carpe Diem just one more endless day
You know babe this is not your fault
Hold my hand baby, hold my hand
This endless addiction
Is bringing me to shame
This story is not a work of fiction
It's my effing life
Don't try to save me
I can't even save myself
Just run away and flee
Just like everyone effing else