"A Cycle" OR "Cut"

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im not looking for a preaching , i stopped, didnt i?

"A Cycle" OR "Cut"

The wonderful
slice
of blade on flesh
it rings throughout the room,
echoing in the ears
of innocent passersby.
The emotions,
the pain,
the raw fear,
leaks out,
seeps out,
along with the blood.
You make that first
cut.
And you are
unknowingly hooked.
A cycle, a vicious, horrible cycle,
is born.
You have a bad day.
You feel horrible,
lost, confused, and hurt.
You find release.
You cut.
You feel like a monster,
a horrible person.
The guilt overrides your mind.
You feel bad about cutting,
trying to reach the same calm,
the same form of inner peace.
So you cut.
And so on,
you cut because you feel bad,
you feel bad because you cut.
The cycle 
it steals you away,
with no intent of letting you go.
Break that cycle,
please. 
I'm begging you to break it.
I did.

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SweetAngel4eva commented on "A Cycle" OR "Cut"

07-06-2010

this is a good poem. i really like it. it describes how i feel at moments keep it up.

brokenhearted11

07/22/2010

thanks :)

arielsworld commented on "A Cycle" OR "Cut"

06-22-2010

That is like everything i've tried to tell people when they said I could stop and I felt I couldn't. It screwed me up and I'm glad I have my boyfriend or else I'd still be doing it today.

brokenhearted11

06/22/2010

yeah. i find that most cutters i meet, we all feel a variation of the same way. its always good to find someone who you can talk to about it,like a friend or bf.

1990lh commented on "A Cycle" OR "Cut"

06-18-2010

good write. yeah i have a friend who cuts as well. she says it feel like all the pain just pour out of her when she does ir. she doesnt do it as much lately though. but ths was well written good job

brokenhearted11

06/18/2010

thank you. it helps, but you feel so so so bad after, guilty. its hard to stop. i hope ur friend is okay. thanks again :)

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