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There were times when she thought she didn't need to do it anymore, times when she thought she was done with it. Cutting made her feel like she was... special, like she had something. She liked having the ability to inflict pain whenever she wanted, and she liked that she could stop it. Not that she really wanted to. When she thought she was done, it made her empty, unsure if this was really living. She would ask herself if this was happiness, and told herself that if it was, she hated it. Cutting made her feel different then everyone else, but she also knew that other people did it for the same reasons, that made her feel that she was a part of something. Then there were times when the tears from her eyes burned a path down her cheek, and her throat was so tight she couldn't scream no matter how much she tried. Those times she would find relief only by cutting up her skin and bleeding out all the painful screams. The pain of living altogether flowed from one simple cut. She didn't care where she cut, arms, legs, stomach, or wrists. As long as she keeps cutting she can live to tomorrow.

Author's Note

something wrote long time

Reviews

[Reese38]

A very private moment revealed matter of factly.

[Cynthia]

I understand this story, I used to cut myself, I found myself usually full fill something when I cut myself. It kinda keep me in shape although physically it doesn't and will never. Although my parents found it out and I didn't do it anymore, I still hurt myself in different ways... But of course if it isn't my soul which is already hurt, I wont do so.
I actually love this poem, so deep and relatable!

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm one of the people who will never understand cutting. I was mean as hell and I was un-controllable. I would try to hurt other people to create a peace. I like the directness and honest words in this short story. You could expand ion this piece. A lot of open doors and questions in this story. A strong ending to a excellent short story.
Coyote

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I can understand this story. I used to cut a few years ago. It did make me feel better. It made me feel like I was part of life. I was down when I was cutting, but I picked myself up. My friends didn't approve of it. I know you were one of them...but it took me a while to stop. The girl eventually stopped though, but it does make you feel somewhat better. Good story.