MORBID ANGEL

    I heard it in your painful cry,
        Saw the tears fall from your eye.
I have only one question, Why?

    I hardly understand,
with one swift movement of your hand,
The knife slices through your skin.
    Damn, you did it again.

    I tried to help and show I care,
        But you are so unaware.
The blood will always flow,
        Until you're six feet below.
The scars will grow and start to show.

        I know how painful,
    Poor Morbid Angel,
    But you will never be alone,
        That I want you to know.


           -by Sara, at age 12

THE WAY YOU FACE THE DAY?

Pounding heart
Craving the dark
Knife in hand
Trying to escape life
Slice your skin
Wince in pain
Is struggling through life all in vain?
Will it matter in the end?
Cry and scream like you're trapped in a bad dream
Not from the external pain
But the pain of going insane
The pain of loneliness and being of no importance
All drain out with the blood
A warped smile takes form on your lips
And you think this helps
If you can't make them listen and understand
Surely you can show them all this painful emotion
But why would they care
Again your heart fills with despair
Your blood mixes with tears
And it all spills
Again you think no one cares
And your skin tears

ME

I feel nothing but hate and agony
and my only fear is me.
I want to be normal
but I can't make myself be happy.
I can't figure out what's wrong with me.
I've tried to escape what I've become,
A cutter, self abuser, a mutilator.
I still feel hate running through my veins
So hot it's burning
Cut my skin to free these emotions from me,
I cry helplessly.
I'm not what I want to be, all I am is me.

     - Sara

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."