Cut I hurt, I ache. I think of all, I cannot take. I cut myself. I feel the pain. I feel the blood pour out my veins. I have to feel it, feel the pain. It tells me it's real, I'm still living in hell. Hell...it is my life. I don't cut myself, To end my pain. But, to feel the pain of my life. I begin to cut, but I can't stop. Next thing I know, the beating stops. -Crissy- January 26, 2006 I wrote this for a friend of mine in my search to learn more about how he felt.
I hurt, I ache. I think of all, I cannot take. I cut myself. I feel the pain. I feel the blood pour out my veins. I have to feel it, feel the pain. It tells me it's real, I'm still living in hell. Hell...it is my life. I don't cut myself, To end my pain. But, to feel the pain of my life. I begin to cut, but I can't stop. Next thing I know, the beating stops. -Crissy- January 26, 2006 I wrote this for a friend of mine in my search to learn more about how he felt.