Tears

tears fall down my cheek as i weep over the cuts i make so deep happines is all i seek but i am so weak i fear happiness will never find me because my problems are so uniqe i lay down as my eyes leak my tears are made up of pain hurt and suffering and as i sit hear wondering why the tears wont stop they stop and now im cutting i cant seeem to stop cutting it because i cant feel any thing maybe if i cut some more i can feel again but then the tears come back i am so tired of the tears

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Anthony Amero

Date: 4/29/2010 6:47:00 AM

I hate to be so blunt as to say this, but cutting is a form of weakness. It is harder to face the emotional pain of whatever it is that leads us to want to cut. Mycaela, facing whatever it is that is emotionally painful is going to set you free from your emotional torment. This is a good write and I hope you continue to keep writing to express your feelings. I hope you find your peace Tony