I am not a typical cutter, you see I don't harm just to feel hurt or to make lines to have others feel bad for me
I cut as a necessity, a need, a must, I cut as if my body, my life even, depends on it.
if I do not, I will forget, and the words will pour from my brain to my mouth to another's heart.
I cut, dear reader, but not just lines,
I cut words, sentences, dates and times.
all over my body, all the skin I can reach
biting a wet rag to muffle my screech.
I'm yelling and crying but not with my voice.
it might be my body, but it is not a choice
I cut to remember, to speak, to be heard
that's why my first time cutting
I carved out a word.