“Why do you cut?”
Because I can’t take the pain inside me. Physical torment is better than emotional suffering or mental burdens.
“Why do you cut?”
Because I can focus on something other than my broken spirit.
“Why do you cut?”
Because when I see myself bleed, and feel the warm blood, I know that the cold I feel is not real.
“Why do you cut?”
Because it hurts so much but I don’t want to hurt them back.
“Why do you cut?”
Because it makes me feel better.
Why do I cut, you ask.
Because this is the only way to continue this farce of living.