The other day one of my students who used to cut herself, but hasn’t cut in several months, shared a poem with me she wrote that I thought would be beneficial to share.
I think it gives a quick glimpse into the mind of those who self-injure.
Although she and most of everyone else who was a part of her group I treated for self-injurious behavior have stopped cutting, many of them still fight with the urge to do it when they are faced with certain stressors.
With her permission, I share this poem that has no title.
Depressed and suicidal
Need to escape the misery
Not caring to continue this life
Blood loss has me weary
Scars show my painful past
As the stained blade opens up
Areas of my skin torn and scarred
To be a reminder of a dark past
Mind torn between love and hate
Will I ever be free?
Everyday is a struggle
To be free from this depression
Lost in darkness and misery
Puddles of dried blood stains
From every deep cut that is made
Full of depression and misery
Not worth saving this life of hate.