Savage Gift



Turn the page of this wicked rage
as i rot on this earth the devil builds my cage.
After locking up my soul in the pits of hell
the dark beast born to evil will ring the dinner bell.
My life on earth was black and cruel.
As i suffer in the loins of hell lucifers demons drool
Evil claws grip my cage and are tapping
while above the hideous succubus is fiercely rapping.
Pound pound the sound never stops
and as i tightly grip my ears the bloody flesh flops,
Fried and hung clear in my site
while up on earth people are butchered in the night.
On this earth so full of evil and sin,
It should truly be called the devils body bin.
Up on high our lord can not help but cry,
As he watches his fathers creations suffer scream and die.
The world once so beautiful has become a truly evil place,
But the good lord can do nothing to stop it.
All he can do is shed tears of sorrow from his lush and beautiful face
A world made from beauty and grace
has sadly become an utter disgrace,
And deep in the hearts of the good people inhabiting the earth
they all surely plead for a peaceful re-birth.
But never will this happen for this is the last time,
And to allow us to suffer among the evil slime
is without a doubt the cruelest of any crime.
Set to agony and cursed with pain,
To keep this wicked world alive is hideously insane.
Darkness falls while tear drops rain
there must be a way to end this torturous pain.
Evil people destroy themselves by war while the good people suffer,
For no other fate on this earth could ever be tougher.
There is only one way to free our hellish pain
and that is to break your vow and flood the earth again.

     - Dylan


Work of Art
Poem by the mother of a young cutter.
Letter from a Cutter
One cutter has bravely penned a letter of goodbye to cutting.
Letter from Dylan
A cutter's letter to other cutters.
Chinese Medicine and Self Harm
A potential direction for healing and recovery.
Poem by a Cutter
The Cut by Shawna
Jen Eraser Cutlet by Jennie
Poem by a Cutter named Lissa
Pixie Cutter and My Road Happiness by Mary
Ouch and World War 3 by Anna
A Girl and Her Knife by Lucy
Poem by a 15 year old Cutter named Janette
Painless Pain
Nothing Left and Guilt by Helle Marie, born 1984
Poem by a Cutter
Silver Blade by Shawna
The Razor
Two poems by KeyserSzze
Four poems by ~Exacta
Self Mutilation and Surrender
Cuts by Angel
Broken Child by Kathy B.
Hidden by Kim
Cutters: An essay about cutting by Cutting Blade.
Ritual by the weeping wanderer.
Poems by Kitty.
Scars by Amanda.
Savage gift by Dylan.
KBD's World by Kayla.
Three Poems by Sara.
Where to Turn by the Gentle Giant
Two Poems by Kara
Shaggy Red Carpet by Megan, age 15.
Fallen by Mey
untitled poem by Ashton
Razors Edge by A.M.
scratches and poetry by The Phoenix Princessa
Sweet Release by Patti
Choices by Kayla
Pain by Adrian
two poems by Erica
Walled In by Anonymous
"Do you" by Sarah, age 15
poem by anonymous
Confetti by Aileen
razorbladebloodstainedmirror and i snap out by Ashton
Three Poems by Jarod
Five Poems by Pryncess Crys

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

Check out SCAR, a zine on the subject of scars and self-harm.
The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
to CUTTERS, a page on the subject of people who self-harm.
The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
to The History of Child Abuse
Contents Under Pressure Razor's writing about experiences she had during a 13 year bout with DSH and five times she was institutionalized.
to Leap Frogge Leap was locked up in mental institutions when she was a kid. Leap refers to them as "the Institutes."