My First Mistake Poem by Tiara Neal
My First Mistake
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
slowly
my tears fall
i get a headache
no matter what ill always be a cutter
trying not to
is my first mistake
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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4/25/2024 4:36:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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.