FicWad

The first cut, it pulls you in
Never stop, just one line after another
So much regret, so much guilt
It feels so right, it's wrong

I feel so alone and on my own again
Im so far gone in the hole no one can dig me out
Do I really need to be the strong one?
I'm so weak, im not strong
I need a savior, a hero
But it looks like one isn't coming soon, so I'll have to be my own

I cant put these scissors down, they're like my drug
My addiction, I need help but I don't want it

The voice in my head scream at me, say its not bad to feel this way
Wanting to hurt, wanting to feel the pain

Dumb safety razors, not able to shred my skin
Only make pathetic little red bumps
No blood, no blood in site
I need to see the red liquid pour from newly formed scar

Please don't help me, leave me be
I'm done with life and I'm done with you

All I needed was the first cut, for it to slowly become a growing addiction
Slower and slower
It grows and grows

Turns into no regrets and no guilt, just sweet justice after death
Suicide turned out to be my hero, my savior
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This was about the first time I (tried) to cut(two days ago). I only got a few scars(not even bad sadly), no blood to my disappointment. I'm just a walking ball of bipolar. That makes no sense. I'm sorry, I swear I'm bipolar. One mintue I'm happy and giggly the next a ball of despression.

Sorry :/ But hear have my poem. This is short and stupid. I dont like it but I like sharing my poems with you all.