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I want to cut so much right now,
it's like a litte chant,
in my head begging me to do it.
I can't contol myslef.
I think I'm possessed.
My inner self begs not to,
but then something else comes out,
something stronger than her.
She smirks and says
"If you can't then I will"
One little cut ,
then two,
two little cuts then 3.
Deeper deeper it goes,
and so does the ache in my vein.
Begging for the sweet release of the blade.
it's like a litte chant,
in my head begging me to do it.
I can't contol myslef.
I think I'm possessed.
My inner self begs not to,
but then something else comes out,
something stronger than her.
She smirks and says
"If you can't then I will"
One little cut ,
then two,
two little cuts then 3.
Deeper deeper it goes,
and so does the ache in my vein.
Begging for the sweet release of the blade.
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To the loyal Diary of a cutter fans.
Sorry FOR BEING RETARDED .
Anyway this is a controversial topic and I have gotten lots of hate for it,
but you know what I've also been told that I inspire others,
to not do it. So I will keep writing , for myself and for the people I inspire. Have a good day/night whatever it is and keep smiling. Somebody loves you.
BTW if anyone needs to talk note me =]
I'll help best I can.
Part one -
Introduction
Part two -
Part three-
Part four-
Part five-
Part six-
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Part nine- :thumb216035558:
Part ten-[link] Find them all there.
CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY MY THUMBS DON'T WORK >.<
Sorry FOR BEING RETARDED .
Anyway this is a controversial topic and I have gotten lots of hate for it,
but you know what I've also been told that I inspire others,
to not do it. So I will keep writing , for myself and for the people I inspire. Have a good day/night whatever it is and keep smiling. Somebody loves you.
BTW if anyone needs to talk note me =]
I'll help best I can.
Part one -
IntroductionPart two -
Hello , there Hello , there world of the unknown.
Hmm lets see what's going on in this girls life.
Shall we take a stroll down this clean cut road,where the sun shines,
and the rain never falls,
where the air smells like cotton candy?
Shall we take a cruise down the soft pathway,
made of the finest silk?
Lets walk hand in hand ,.
enjoying the ambiance if this .
fairytale.
"Of course my dear, this ,
this is my made up world".
The world everyone sees.
The ceramic smile,
the fluffy cotton balls ,
white as snow, floating about the sky.
Not a single angry cloud in sight.
Hold my hand lets take a look deeper.
Deep i
Part three-
emo mode
Emo mode.
My heart is slowly turning livid.
My soul in an unfathomable abyss of silence.
My mind churning in the murky waters of pain, contempt, agony.
My eyes, hollow points showing little but no emotion.
Numb hands, blood, crimson red, flowing to the mere at my feet.
My voice cold as ice, passing you of as just another unwanted acquaintance.
[Emo mode] leave me alone.
It's for your own safety.
I have no feelings, none but pain.
I couldn't care less, if you're broken or scared.
Stoic, that's what I am now.
Detached and careless.
Your voice irks me,
Your stare disturbs me.
Your presence aggrava
Part four-
Diary of a cutter Pretty little droplets, pooling on the skin, red as roses and sweet as kisses.
It's calling me,
You see that, that silver glittering in the moon light?
Do you see it, melted into perfection?
It's speaking to me...
And I'm replying.
With every cell in my body,
every fibber in my being,
I can feel it in my wrist,
The pounding of my pulse,
racing on the inside of my skin,
the numbness in my heart,
spreading into different
sectors of this being.
The longing to feel the gliding of a blade,
The sweet sensation of the blade,
Tearing skin and the burning pleasure it erupts,
My fingers swaying to its beat,
Dancing innocently
Part five-
Diary of a cutter I wanna pull out my razor
I wanna pull out that razor
and run it along my wrist,
first just a shallow one, letting the blood pool,
then onto a deeper one,
until my forearm is covered in brilliant red pools.
My hands are week,
my chest numb,
my face a cermaic mask of happiness ,
for the outside world.
Can I do it?
Who will notice?
No one it's just me and no one cares.
So I'll go get that razor as soon as the lights go off,
as soon as they all go to bed, when its just me,
my razors and my sobs.
Sometimes
Just before I dig the blade in,
I wonder if anyone will stop me,
if there's anyone out there,
in my life who'd thi
Part six-
Diary of a cutter I get that jerking in my wrist,
I get that apathy in my fist.
I get that spasm in my heart,
Then I start falling apart.
I can smell the blood,
The scent vaguely familiar
From last night's hunt.
Fresh blood,
Fresh blood,
I need more!
Need to see the spasms in my pulse,
See the droplets of liquid passion,
The dilation of my pupils
The adrenaline circulating in my limbs.
Calm , breathe deep breaths,
Must not do this, must not let that razor break your skin.
Deep breaths, inhale, exhale.
Just let it go
*silence except for the motion of the wind,
Silence except for the pulse in my skin.
Silence for the deadly thoug
Part seven- :thumb214770326:
Part eight- :thumb215348541:
Part nine- :thumb216035558:
Part ten-[link] Find them all there.
CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY MY THUMBS DON'T WORK >.<
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