[cryingchild]

Alone, frightened in the dark
Unable to trust my heart
I wonder what's real
My life's become surreal

The pressure mounts
More than I can count
I look for a distraction
There is no where to run

The blade against the skin
Makes me think I can win
When I feel like nothing
I turn to my secret cutting

It doesn't feel like me
While the blood, I see
Slowly runs down
I feel forever bound

I turn to it for release
It's not something I can cease
It's how I cope
When I have no more hope

I wish I could stop the cutting
But when at night I feel like nothing
It seems to set my mind at ease
It helps me return to 'me'

I wanna break out
Ease all my doubts
But I don't know how
I don't know when darkness will take a bow

Silent screams are all that are heard
And I fear I'll be taken as absurd
I wish for the day when I feel more than nothing
And I can stop my secret cutting

That was so real, so exactly how it feels. You have a gift for expressing your pain - you are not alone at all.

[Zenobia]

"it helps me return to 'me'" is a perfect statement.
carrie

<font color=green>Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.--Emily Dickenson

[ecatcher12]

Just wanted to say that this is my poem that I wrote :-) I"m glad you guys liked it...my poems can be found on my website Secret Cutting and the Pain Behind Self Injury (www.angelfire.com/bc3/secondchance)...again, glad you guys like it!

[cryingchild]

Soz again......