Poetry: “A Cutter’s Fate”
Poem by Gezina Baehr, 14
Canada
Art by Hanna Thieme, 16
Massachusetts
There you are
Smiling at me
Behind a large wall
Pain is hard to see
Every new day
It's a vice
I need a relief
My wrists I slice
The fate I succumb to
Your memories invite
Me slowly falling
To hell in my flight
Masked behind make up
Hidden behind hair
Yet all the pain
I still boldly bear
My room is a shelter
My peace is a boat
Blood drips, blood falls
Feelings keep me afloat
Without nothing I'm useless
With pain I can feel
It fills me with something
Something that's real
So long ago
I remember it clearly
All feelings fled me
I lost my loved dearly
Since then I've been hiding
From the love I desire
I know he is gone
The one I admire
So everyday
I continue to weep
And everyday
I cut in so deep
Emotion evades me
So it's pain I create
The blade is my friend
Holding my own cutting fate
With every soft drip
Of the blood I do fell
I'm hurting so good
Dragging me deeper to hell
Sometimes they tell me
To let it all go
Yet I cannot
Would it be you I still know?
My madness invites
My heart is not hurting
I smile at the pain
My wrists always haunting
I continue to sink
Deeper in this rut
I continue to die
With every new cut
I do not mind
The pain I can bear
And with every cut
I get closer to there
Soon, my dear
Soon I will see
Your lovely blue eyes
Looking back at me
So the knife surges
I change its direction
Straight for my heart
It makes the connection
Finally I'm laughing
Emotions each breath
Finally I'm dying
Emotions during death
The light turns to dark
As I picture your face
My body shuts down
As I picture your place
A heaven so beautiful
I feel your warm gaze
A hell so frightening
I'm lost in this maze
Editor's Note:If you know someone who is cutting, or you have been cutting yourself, please get help immediately. A school counselor or family doctor can connect you with the professional help you need. For more information, be sure to read our upcoming article on cutting in our Fall 2011/Winter 2012 issue.
There are online resources, too:
www.doorofhope4teens.org An organization devoted to helping those who cut. Provides listening, resources, and referrals. Hotline: 1.888.HOPE.307
www.selfinjury.com S.A.F.E. (Self-Abuse Finally Ends) Alternatives" treatment information, support, and referrals 1.888.DONT.CUT
Tagged as: cutting, Genzia Baehr, Poetry



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This is such a raw and beautifully touching poem! I used to self harm, so I can definitely relate.
I'm in tears ,
I', 16 years old & i've been cutting
since i was 11 . & its very hard to let the past go
to even how to deal wit emotions ...
I relate to this 100%