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ALIVE I'm alive, am i alive? I watch this pain from the inside Screaming for release, wanting free from these Fears and pains, killing me I'm crying, wailing, weeping in anguish Wash my wounds away Watch me come undone Pain is all that's left of me I want to give in to the pull, see my scars Open and bleeding, but i won't Still, the inside is bleeding Outside will never tell it Face of stone, laughing, pushing you away Even though i need you Comfort me, love me, wipe my tears away I'm wounded, bleeding, heart barely beating Revive me, make me feel again Make me.....ALIVE!
If you've been addicted to cutting you know how i feel. I just want to cut, but i know i can't do it, it would mess up my life. My husband said if i cut again he's taking me to see someone to talk about it, and he's going to send me to live with his grandma for a while. I wrote that poem about 2 years ago, i've only cut myself about half a dozen times since then, and yet the urge to cut is still almost as strong as it was the first day i promised myself i wouldn't cut anymore. My life is so good right now, why would i even want to cut? sometimes i just don't understand anything . . .
