Where To Turn
Each Day Turns Hollow Like The Last,
A Bright Pomise Fading Fast.
Empty Face's turn to see,
That Life was never meant for me.
What's Life Worth When you hear,
Family is Just a word to fear.
When Those you trusted to help you Heal
Abandon you to lady luck's foul deal.
My hopes and dreams mean Nothing,
When Eclipsed by Pains Coming.
Pain placed Deep in My Soul,
Set Free By Betrayal's Toll.
Where to turn When Anger strikes you?,
When Love of peace fights you?
What to do when all you know is a lie?
Leaving you nothing to do but die.
Where to turn when hope's last blossom fades
Who to trust when truths painful vision trades?
Hope for defeat, Trust for fear and love for pain.
How hard it is to make death stand tall and plain.
Sweet Oblivion. The Eternal Sleep. Forever to leave.
Sweet words for that which courage fails to acheive.
For that which wisdom fears while pain desires
Is the simple truth that sets the heavens afire.
Forever to seek , Forever to yearn
Never knowing, never to learn
The key that sets you free to roam
Forever free of your embattled homes
Pain is Peace
- The Gentle Giant
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." |