Cutter

i remember the first time i did it

i was at my limit

years of torment, anguish, shame

you put me into a corner with no other way out

i felt suffocated

i wanted free…i wanted to float away somewhere nice

music so loud

it hid my cries

my hands were so shaky

i knew very well what i was doing

i never knew how addictive it would be

i do not regret it

for what is done is done

it felt good

i felt as if the pain went away with every cut

left wrist….right wrist… shoulder blades…thighs…legs

years accumulated of feeling just so goddamn depressed let go

i was a mess

my whole face covered in tears

snot dripping down

i understood it.

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