Does anybody know how I feel?
Sometimes I'm numb, sometimes
I'm overcome
Does anybody care what's going on?
Do I have to wear my scars like a badge on my arm
For you to see
me, I need release
Do I have to scream for
you to hear me?
Do I have to bleed for you to see me?
'Cause I grieve, you're not listening to me
Do I need to scream?
Has
anybody seen what's been done?
Where was my defense? No one heard my protest
The eyes of God were watching me
It's
time to make my peace, let it go and be released
So I can breathe again
I'm on my knees
I've been marked, set
apart
But I'm cut so deep and afraid of the dark
One drop of blood from the hole in Your hand
Is enough to heal me
and make me stand
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me
I don't have to scream for Him to hear me
Don't have to bleed for Him to see me
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening
to me
I don't have to scream
I don't have to bleed
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening
And I don't have to scream
Welcome to this site.
You may or may not know what cutting is.
Cutting, or self-injury, is something that causes great pain to many people, especially young women.
Simply put, it's an expression of pain that can't be recognised or dealt with in more conventional ways, a release for
emotion which would be deadly.
I think I know what I'm talking about.
I've been there. I have scars upon scars to prove it.
I never could find a support group online or offline...so I decided to create my own. Let's see how this goes.
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