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Author: forgotten-magick
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 6 - Published: 03-12-07 - Updated: 03-12-07 - Complete - id:2332287

Self-inflicted

That’s what they call it

When the pain inside

Because visible to others

When shredded skin

Mirrors the shredded soul

Within.

--

But is it really?

Is the pain really from ourselves?

The cuts are, of course

But the brutal agony inflicted

On us from others?

Is that self-inflicted as well?

--

Do we bring pain on ourselves?

When did we ask

To be beaten, broken

To be ignored, forgotten

To be hated, unforgiven

Did we ask for that pain?

--

No we did not

But we get it all the same

From birth, it’s there

Not for us all, just for some

But it doesn’t really matter

Not to the all-powerful THEM.

--

No, it doesn’t matter

Because the doctors

Will shake their adult heads

And turn in pity to our parents

Gently whispering,

Trying to save them the pain

--

But what it comes down to is

Their voices saying certainly:

“Self-inflicted.”


Just my thoughts on how other people see cutting. My family acts like I should just be able to stop, that everything I find so painful and hard about life is all my fault. I didn't ask for my life to be the way it is, for the people around me to be the way they are, but they never see it that way. They look at me and say that all my pain is self-inflicted.

Fuck them.

Please Review.



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