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My Secret's Safe With No One

Poetry By: redsoxocd

Tags: Pain, Self, Harm, Cutting

This is a poem about my problem with cutting.

Submitted:Jan 27, 2008    Reads: 510    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

I know they're talking behind my back

I hear them say "what the hell is that"

These marks upon my arm they see

They act like its defining me

So every time I hear them talk

I decide to talk a little walk

Walk right down to that bathroom stall

take a razor out, lean against the wall

I feel a tear slide down my face

Another day, another place

That I have to resort to this

This pain that I just cant resist

I slowly slide it across my skin

Knowing that I've let them win

The blood begins to trickle out

It hurts so bad, I want to shout

But no, one is never enough

I do a few more, making myself tough

With each cutt I go a little deeper

Assuring myself that this wont make me weaker

The job is done, my task completed

I looked at my arm, the monster I've created

I cover it up, put my supplies away

take a deep breath, tell myself "I'm okay"

I put a smile on, walk back in the room

All eyes are on me, they see through my smile, into my gloom

But I know for now, that I am fine

With these cutts, I've given myself time

So every time that they want to judge someone

They can look at me because I am done

I wont pretend that I dont care

Because no matter what, my secret they will share


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