Trigger

letting go my thoughts a little bit...

Depression, sadness, pain, and misery. These are some of the things that cause my cutting.

Cutting is okay in my opinion, I don't really mind when other people do it, when I see other people with scars on their arms I feel like we see eye too eye and know what each other has gone through.

The pain we have dealt with. Although when people that care about me see my cuts and scars, I feel like cutting hurts them more then it hurts me. They don't understand why I do it, but i do it for a relief of everyday agony. Why cant people just accept me for who I really am ? 

I don't want too cut but it helps me drive the pain away, the pain of bad memories, abuse and being called names, and the worst pain of being hit by your own father. I don't want to think of him as my dad anymore, and i don't want to be his son anymore. I just want to runaway from everything like to a happy place, but there is nothing happy about this world or the people on it... so ignorant and arrogant.

I just can't take it anymore, no I don't have a terrible life, but its certainly not good, so far i love my life, no I don't want to end my life, i just want to be left alone. That's why I cut, every time I feel the razor going into my skin I start to feel a relief, a relief from my pain blood drop by blood drop I can feel my misery going away. I start to feel alive again. I feel better, I feel happier.

I know cutting is not a good thing, but it's my last resort. Cutting to me is painless, it's life that hurts the most...