Confetti


zarina's tall and gorgeous,
mark's smart and cute,
i am fat and ugly,
and my mom says i'm crude,
sara's perfect too;
she gets all the guys,
but there's nothing good about me,
and i'm not telling lies,
emily is really nice,
she loves to be supportive,
i guess that really helps
when i know i don"t deserve to live,
they sometimes say i'm pretty,
or that i have nice eyes,
but i know theyre just being nice
cuz its all LIES LIES LIES
why is it that everyone
is perfect except me?
i just want to fit in
or be whatever i can be
maybe this razor
will help me deal with the pain
but i won't tell anyone,
they'll think im totally insane,
and with a slash to my wrist,
i feel better already,
i love to see the blood,
its like a bunch of confetti
now i can focus on something
besides the emotional pain,
i focus on the physical,
which isn't quite as lame,
but after a few minutes,
i feel bad again,
i think about all my friends,
and how i'll never fit in
i stare at myself in the mirror,
and wish it would all end,
i look back at the razor,
and take it in my hand
i hold it to my wrist
while shaking violently
scared to take my life,
scared of what will be,
i think for a minute,
and decide to just do it,
i hold the razor to my vein,
and slash myself again,
i suddenly collapse,
everything goes black,
i totally regret it,
but i've screwed it up, again...

then there's this one thats even worse...


Cutting


the only fun thing in life is cutting
but cutting is not accepted by society as "normal"
everyone hides who they truly are
they hide under tube tops and butterfly clips
pretending to be happy
pretending to be carefree
The people that express themselves are rejected
The people who hide themselves are accepted
So why do we hide ourselves and wear butterfly clips?
to be accepted by society
the same society that claims it is okay to kill a defenseless baby if it
hasn't been born yet
the same society that locks up people who are "insane"
How do we know we're not the ones that are insane?
Because society says we aren't
Society is always right
and we are always wrong.


         ~ Aileen




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."