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It All Comes Down To This

One closed room…one razorblade…one girl who just wants to feel and is willing to 
go over the edge…
I have always loved the sight of blood. Like the way it felt and liked the different 
ways I could produce it…being whole isn’t always the best. Especially when you are 
leaking out nothing but the feelings produced and wanted. I want myself to be 
leaking out without any possible way to be saved.
I am alone…have been for awhile. I wanted just a limited amount of “alone”. Now 
the amount I have is unlimited…I don’t care…why the heck should I? nobody cares…
Words are like razorblades. They cut into you deep and leave you scarred…but 
one’s just invisible…emotional…and the other is what makes you remember it with 
many detailed visuals…physically…
I am not alone..for I am walking along these dark, shallow, cold streets in the hands 
of death…for he knows me and accepts me for who I am, what I do, and to whom I 
have hurt (nothing new)…he leads me into this place which holds silent 
screams/cries…and the puddle of blood (fresh) on the floor, thoughts went through 
my head…I am here…I am home
Death is my friend…my guide..he leads me into the place of every persons 
dreams/wishes…he isn’t as bad as they say…he grabbed my hand…stopped the 
blood from leaking out of my forearm…and wrists…he invited me to a place where I 
can bleed all eternity without being stopped… 
At least he understands me and wants to help…

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My Mind

I never would have imagined such numbness once it happened...
once I took that razor to my arm...
I had become a totally different person...
once I felt the warmness of my blood...
trickle down my arm...
I never felt so alive...
that sting it gave me...
made me feel good...
more alive...
I couldn’t stop once I started...
it wasn’t a habit...
nor coping skill...
it was my life...
it became my other side...
I did it constantly...
cut...
watched the blood make its way down my arm...but only to be wiped away by a 
hand wet from wiping away tears...
when I wasn’t doing it...
I was thinking it...
wondering if it was possible to make myself so numb...to go to a completely 
different place...a place with no return...
I can honestly say that I loved it...
it made me feel whole...
I just wanted to feel alive...
to feel something...I wanted to come out of the numbness that I was being 
overcome by...
I was so numb...that I was hurting...in pain...And a lot of it...I still am...I feel like 
there is no help for me...i could honestly say...That if I were to see someone's 
blood...I would wonder about how it felt for them to have gone so long without 
letting loose...
then flashback...To the days when I would feel that warmness slowly trickle down 
my arm...
and cry...
but I don’t know...
I don’t read minds...
But I guess I should stop here before someone finds out what's on mine....

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Cutter Girl

Maybe you'll see how I view my life through my scars..

Feeling alive is what I lacked
A good life is what I needed.
Cutting is what made me feel
Open wounds from a beautiful green and red razor
Slices upon my arm
Came faster than the peel of an orange
I LOVED the effects
Bloody tissue
How ALIVE I felt
Maybe one day you'll see
The person I wanted to be

Dead.

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Raging Waters

No words need be said
Just listen
The rage speaks for you
Truth be told
Lies to leave
Fears to discover beyond
Be who you are 
Believe to see
Nothing matters but this scene

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Feeling

What is a person supposed to feel? What do I feel? What do I need to feel?
I am pretty sure that I am called “complex” because of my emotions. I was never 
able to tell myself something…and then have somebody else tell me something 
completely different …thus changing how I feel…
Mood: happy

I told myself it wasn’t worth it…that I didn’t have to go ahead and dig for my 
feelings…I was always able to show how I felt by my non-verbal’s or facial 
expressions…or maybe just not talking at all…and once that happened I had began 
to lose my “keen sense of feeling”…I was then again changing the way I felt…I was 
liking it for some reason…
Mood: Hurt
I’m liking the was this new feeling treats me…it makes me think differently…my mind 
isn’t focused so much on what others think of me…but of how I can make others 
feel…
Look Around: what do you see? Look Inside: what can you see? Look at me: what 
don’t you see?
Around: so many objects able to use and use successfully
Inside: the bloody scar tissue that I’ve waited for so long to see
Look at me: watch me bathe in my blood…slowly dying…with a smile on my face…

*I love it when I can smell my blood let alone taste it…I want a feeling like this to 
forever stay with me and I will forever be happy…*

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Day 458

I block everything around me out
So I can see inside me soul
Nothing out of the ordinary
Just...
Out of the ordinary
Silent screams
Listening to such things scar me
But not as bad as my razor did
Nothing will ever change the fact
The truth is not to found

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Day 463

Losing grip with the world
Never felt this way
Felt such...
PAIN
Wishing everything would be okayy
Isn't easy
Wanting to be saved
Never shows
I`ll show you
If you tell me how

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What?

Speak to me your words of life
And tell me how you find...
Give and show how much you seem
To believe what lies in between us...
Between us now
All those words never seemed to say...
Let alone follow us
Work us throughout our lives...
Scream and cry to much more
Of the words that messed up who's life...