Tiara Neal

Rookie (March 31,1990 / Connecticut)

My First Mistake - Poem by Tiara Neal

smiling to the stars

my arm so red

staring at my scars

thinking in my head

how could you do this to yourself

what made you do it

do i need help

i try to deal with it

being hurt every day

and not caring

taking a blade

while not hearing...what is going on, on the other side

as i sit and take away every bit of my pride

watching it flow down the drain


my tears fall

i get a headache

no matter what ill always be a cutter

trying not to

is my first mistake

Comments about My First Mistake by Tiara Neal

  • (7/25/2006 2:06:00 PM)

    I don't know you at all but there is always hope. I truly believe that people do get pleasure and pain from cutting and it is addictive. (I never have and never will) But I think that God has a plan for you and sooner than later you will find out that it is possible to stop no matter how difficult it is. Oh, you should read my poem Cutting for Pleasure and Pain. I got inspiration to write it from a friend just like you and i helped her stop. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/16/2006 11:39:00 PM)

    that was sad: (
    Hope things get better....

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  • (3/20/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    That was really sad, I get those same earges as well.
    I hope it all turns out ok for you in the long run.

    Yours sincerely Marissa.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

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