Everyday is a struggle
Each day harder then the last
A voice deep down inside taunting me
Telling me to relieve the pain, the stress
To do what I am prohibit
To cut myself
I try to ignore it
But it gets stronger and stronger
Its my worst fear yet
I gave in, I start to cut
Seconds later I’m in pain
I let myself down
I gave in to my fear
I let it take control of me
The voice deep down inside
Everyday is a struggle
Each day harder then the last
Great that you had someone there for you, very deep in emotion... Awesome write...
Honey your poem is a very powerful and heartfelt piece. Or it is to me I am pretty much life long cutter or so it appears as I have been doing it since prepubescence and I'll be sixty in a few months and have just gotten out of the hospital once more but I think my meds will work this time, how long remains to be seen but to anyone who cuts please be careful. Think about yourself. Care about yourself. I know it is hard sometimes.
I like this poem you put your struggles and demons in words on paper. Maybe this poem can help out other people with this cutting problems.
I used to be a cutter! My first cut was on my right wrist with a razor blade. Not good! I stopped (so far) 4 months ago. And it STILL comes back to haunt me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I give you a 10: ] I Loved loved loved it Your rigth when you say 'a voice deep down inside taunting me' Its truly powerfull... <3 Im glad your ex helped you, , , , Before it was to late