Cuts

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These wounds that decorate me are all self-inflicted

The reasons for them are internal ache that has resonated

A way to expose the dismal mind in physical pain

I never knew I would love this hurt in an addictive way

Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall

No matter the season I'd cover my arms

Bangles and bracelets adorn bloody wrists

Nothing long sleeves couldn't hide and fix

I want to die but I'm terrified of the action

So I sit here with a razor and begin the carving

Deep until I'm satisfied, but it's never enough

My skin has gone numb so I continue on other parts

Shoulder, hand, thigh, foot

I'd cut my face if I could make a good excuse

Millions of lies used to cover-up

If anyone asks it's because I'm just a clutz

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Dark and heavy, this one. The speaker has obviously done a lot of introspection, but does not name the source of the self mutilation. There is an admission of addiction, so denial is not a factor. Most of us can't understand the motivations of a cutter, but they are significant enough to the individual to justify the action. My guess is that it is an acceptance of physical pain in order to relieve emotional pain. A grim offering here, but one that has been well thought out.