Her [Cutting] Addiction

Hello little girl,

Remember me?

Of course you do, how could you not?

We've been through so much together.

I remember you were scared to meet me at first.

You had every right to be.

You were so young and innocent.

But one night, for some unknown reason, you came to me.

And I took you.

First times.

They're always a little chaotic, confusing.

And you were scared to come back.

Months later though, when you had no one to go to, I was there.

That might not have been the best thing, but I didn't try and stop you.

I can't help what I am.

I'm powerful.

I'm haunting.

I'm your own little piece of Hell.

I'm tempting.

And I'm always here.

That's right, always.

You thought you had gotten rid of me, but you were wrong.

I've been here all this time, lurking underneath your skin, waiting for the right moment--the perfect time to make my move.

I admit, you were a fighter.

A good one.

I lost hold of you there for a while.

You had gained some strength, enough to fight me back.

But strength isn't forever.

I saw it all, the heartbreak, the losses, the attempt at getting it all back.

The failure.

And then, the exhaustion.  You were so weak from fighting to stay about it all.

And I knew my perfect moment had come.

I took you again.

You were shocked.

You were panicked.

But that's not my problem.

I know you hate me.

You have every reason to.

I broke you.

I scarred you.

Little girl, I'm not easy to get rid of.

Now you know.

You're going to have to do a lot more to lose me.

Because I promise you, I will do anything I can to keep you.

You're my prisoner.

My slave.

Mine.

Author's Note

This was a personification poem I wrote about a year ago as an assignment for my Creative Writing class. (Pretty much I'm personifying my addiction to cutting.)

Reviews

[Pluto]

Hate it. Love it. Can't get away from it. Just like you, I suppose. I'm glad I don't really know what you're talking about. But the personification, the technical aspect, is perfect. Little touches make all the difference, like the colour of the text... it's perfect. Utterly horrible, terrible, but truly brilliant.

[r]

good luck in my contest!!!! this reminds me of my poem the talking plade.... you should check it out!

[Saturn's Lover]

I'm a former self mutilator myself and i can really relate to this poem. I can say wow! I really know exactly how you feel. This poem is great. Really took me places.

[r]

i totally feel ya on that one!!!! it deff is something that i can relate to... well written and a good read

[Jaeda]

Such a poetic story of despair. Wow.

[Tara Murasaki]

This is brilliant. I can feel the possessive nature of the blade, and I can see it cutting flesh, just as it wants. Great.

[Tallulah]

i love this. its so powerful. great write.

[Lexi Nicole]

This is amazing. It's the only word I can think to describe it. You captured all the little emotions perfectly: fear, panic, chaos, desperation, everything...I'm speechless. This has to be one my favorite piece on this site. Wonderful work, so personal.

And I also want to say good luck with your addiction to cutting. I know how hard it can be.

-Howl

[Violet Rose]

. . . I am speechless. This piece shot shivers down my spine. It painted a truly human picture. This is personification at its best.

[Melissa Kesead]

That's a very interesting perspective. Great language and flow!