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Triggering (SI) - Cutting
Cutting. Something private,
Something deep or shallow,
Red blood pours out, of my scarred body and soul,
Dripping down my shirt as I cut.
The agony of the cuts,
The release of emotions,
The embarrassment at counseling,
When he pushes me to talk,
I don’t know if I am ready,
To move on and lose my past.
Keeping it secret, from everyone,
Hiding it inside myself.
Betrayel, scared, bleeding-
Thoughts running throw my head-
Can I cut? Can I?
They never go away.
Filthy bitch. I hate myself.
Isolated, by my scars,
I cant deal with my fears.
Hiding behind my cuts and scars.
Past, three years ago-
Dealing no more.
My emotions are real,
Not a show.
Cuts show my pain,
I feel so trapped,
Over and over again.
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