Stopping

This is when I struggled with a cutting addiction.

When you left me by myself
You took away everything
And left me with nothing
Except a broken heart and bleeding soul

I slowly regained back my strength
And gained newer and better friends
Friends who introduced me to it
They told me cutting was a release

And it was true
To feel the stinging pain
It was only to make sure I was alive
Just another way to let out anger

You become addicted to it
As if it were some kind of drug
The pain seemed numbing
And it was wonderful

I always made up excuses
The cat did it
Someone would always believe that
But it became an addiciton

Scars are on my ankels now
There are cuts on my arms and sides
That are going away
I am trying to stop

Being addicted to cutting is bad
It's hard to come off of it
But when you do
The world seems so much better