Pain
Tiny scratches
feel like
deep wells of pain
that call my attention.
Nobody could know
yet
I secretly wonder
if they can see
beneath these jeans.
Even when the scratches are gone
from my legs
I'll still feel them
on my heart.
Not that I mind,
I put them there for a reason.
Blood
slice by slice
a tiny bit of imperfection
is removed and replaced
with more pure flesh;
new flesh that has not
been marred by years of
unresolved anger
hatred
and sadness
the blood runs
pure and red
and cleanses
the imperfect in
me
Crazy Loony
get out of here
we don't want you around
ever
little scratches on your wrist
too scared
to bleed
to death
but you still press
the razor to your skin
and cut little slices
make your mom cry
make your family hate you
be normal
- Adrian
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." |