One
Just one cut, just one.
I promise myself, but I know deep down one cut will turn into
2,
than 3,
4,
even 5.
As I add up cuts, the deeper I’d go.
I crave the feeling though.
The feeling of relief, of feeling, deserving, of control.
Although I do not have “control”.
it controls me.
Therefore no.
Not even “one” cut.
I have power, a choice.
I cannot will not let cutting control me.
-clean 3 weeks
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Author:
just a girl. (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2018 22:02
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my struggle. I will not let cutting control me. I have to give myself power.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
What you’ve written is very real. Hang in there.
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