Am I mad cus i cut
a fast nip at my wrist and all the pain of days weeks months and years goes away, and a feeling of joy and freedom takes over my body none like I've ever felt, but scar are lefted behind their left behind to remind me that this wourld is painful, this world has will turn its back on you , and this world won't miss you if you're gone, but i slit that wonderful blade arcoss my bare flesh i remember not that the is fail and dark i think of the next time i can pull a beartiful blade from the box and relieve my suffering, but to these people that dont unberstand our method I say ours because there are more like me who fight pain with pain they call us dumb, they call crazy, they call us cutters, Yes im a cutter but cutting is me Bayer, my advil,my asprin if you will, but will the outside world ever stop turning? no so i wont stop cutting.
to the ones who read this poem and jugde me i dnt mind that u jugde but know that what u say wont change me and one day someone love just might turn out to be a cutter will try to help them or make it worse ?
