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Array ( [sid] => 54283 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I You Don't Care, Why Care? [time] => 2004-06-30 16:40:20 [hometext] => I never had wings before i became a cutter! [bodytext] => I’m feeling things scar,
Inside of me.
On the outside I have scars.
And self-harm thoughts,
Of misery.
And darkened images,
And slitting thoughts.
But I know I’ll always be a cutter,
While I’m this distraught.
I need to get away,
Never re-live my pain.
But it’s all stuck,
Onto my brain.
In some mental block.
For no happy games!
So I’m feeling struck,
But there’s nothing I can do.
What? Try to quit my good pain,
Only to get pain back from you?
No! I don’t think so.

This way I have doors,
Open up in front.
And some light,
To soften those long hard months.
To untangle some pain,
I need some pain.
But it’s my own kind of pain,
So it’s ok!
No one can under stand the release in brings.
Until I became a cutter, I never had wings.
I can fly out of my body, while I’m still in me.
How is it naughty? To learn to be free.
And all you others, that like dissing me.
How else should I cope? If I can never again bleed?
And you never even notice, you never even see.
I can sit in front of you! And you never even notice me!
So why should it matter, it just gets me out your face,
And if I’m such a mucked up girl, why do you care for me??
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I You Don't Care, Why Care?

Contributed by deathdrop on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 04:40:20 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I’m feeling things scar,
Inside of me.
On the outside I have scars.
And self-harm thoughts,
Of misery.
And darkened images,
And slitting thoughts.
But I know I’ll always be a cutter,
While I’m this distraught.
I need to get away,
Never re-live my pain.
But it’s all stuck,
Onto my brain.
In some mental block.
For no happy games!
So I’m feeling struck,
But there’s nothing I can do.
What? Try to quit my good pain,
Only to get pain back from you?
No! I don’t think so.

This way I have doors,
Open up in front.
And some light,
To soften those long hard months.
To untangle some pain,
I need some pain.
But it’s my own kind of pain,
So it’s ok!
No one can under stand the release in brings.
Until I became a cutter, I never had wings.
I can fly out of my body, while I’m still in me.
How is it naughty? To learn to be free.
And all you others, that like dissing me.
How else should I cope? If I can never again bleed?
And you never even notice, you never even see.
I can sit in front of you! And you never even notice me!
So why should it matter, it just gets me out your face,
And if I’m such a mucked up girl, why do you care for me??

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Re: I You Don't Care, Why Care? (User Rating: 1 )
by apollo on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 05:07:51 PM AEST
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this is really tragic and close to heart. you don't appear to be a "mucked up girl" as you presume. you sound like a really good individual to get to know. i understand that cutting yourself may bring your own pain and not for another but it isn't the way. cutting yourself only leaves lasting scars of hurt and tragedy. please take care of yourself and i promise i will do the same.

brandon

Re: I You Don't Care, Why Care? (User Rating: 1 )
by Broken_Skin on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 05:20:25 PM AEST
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I always feel alive when i cut, i figure
thats why i do it nower days,
It used to be punishing myself
for getting so upset over stuff
with parents and school
I always felt like a victim of a situation
cos i was overly sensitive
to 'sugary abuse' from friends
who never really meant to hurt me
like they did
its been so hard overcoming it
but im better now
sort of..

sorry im chattin on lol
BS x

Re: I You Don't Care, Why Care? (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 08:55:22 PM AEST
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excellent write. very emotional, i was glued to every word. i think people are strange and cruel sometimes to say the least. they think anything less than perfect should be disreguarded. they think that twins are interesting and they were born that way. they think people with downs syndrome should be shot and they were born that way. oh well, why care what anyone else thinks? they dont have a clue what it is to be in someone elses shoes.

Re: I You Don't Care, Why Care? (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 07:10:31 AM AEST
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i just wanted to say that my title is meant to be,
"if you don't care, why care?".
lol.
i missed out the "F" when i was typing.

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