The Razor
i sit in dark, i'm all alone
i feel the cold surround me.
thoughts fill my mind, unforgotten sorrows,
why wont they just let me be?
i see it glimmer, i see it shine
my old friend razor in my hand.
if only i could control myself...
all common sense falls through like sand.
i feel it peirce, i feel it sting
and my eyes begin to tear.
now i feel no pain, i'm almost numb
i've gotta get out of here.
by Mandy.
I welcome the contributions of others who self-harm or have done so in the past. Send us your writing, or arrange to send us your art or music by e-mailing RAZOR at zanne@cea.edu
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Check out SCAR, a zine on the
subject of scars and self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to CUTTERS, a
page on the subject of people who self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to The History of Child Abuse |
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Contents Under
Pressure Razor's writing about experiences she had during a 13 year
bout with DSH and five times she was institutionalized. |
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to Leap Frogge Leap was locked up in mental institutions when she was a kid. Leap refers to them as "the Institutes." |