A Cutters Diary.

This is the diary of a cutter. I'm staying anonymous for obvious reasons. I will write down weekly or daily struggles of the process of quitting this horrible addiction. I realize a lot of people don't approve of such thing. So this blog is not for everyone. If anyone sees this and wants me to put their story on here, or just want to report you went another day SI free. I'd be more than glad to. You can send me an anonymous email at: cuttersanon@yahoomail.com || I can either put your name and state under it. Or I can simply just put anonymous. This is not a pro-cutting blog. This is Cutters Anonymous.

May 26

My Black Dahlia - Hollywood Undead

I loved you, you made me, hate me.
You gave me, hate, see?.
It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that?
I rip back, every time you tried to steal that.
You feel bad? you feel sad?
I’m sorry, hell no fuck that!
It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.
This strife it dies, this life and these lies.
And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its true I hurt too, remember I loved you!

I’ve, Lost it all, fell today, It’s all the same
I’m sorry oh
I’m sorry no
I’ve , been abused, I feel so used, because of you
I’m sorry oh
I’m sorry no

I wish I could I could have quit you.
I wish I never missed you,
And told you that I loved you, every time I fucked you.
The future that we both drew, and all the shit we’ve been through.
Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew!
How could you do this to me?
Look at what I made for you, it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you.
I used to be love struck; now I’m just fucked up.
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts!

Seems like all we had is over now you left to rest.
And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound.
Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest.
And my fears are over now, I can leave with my head down.


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