Trying to Explain
"Look deep into the wounds placed by the person themselves." people whisper. "What should we do? Why do they do that?" caringly asking.
I do hear the whispers and questions. They go unanswered because so many tears are at the back of my throat, I can't speak. To answer the questions to complete understanding could never be done. However, I will try to explain to some degree, what makes me do such things. I say, "Me", because all though many of the reasons are the same, not all self-injurers have some of my reasons. That is why it could never be fully understood. We, ourselves don't even understand it many times.
One reason for me is, I make the wounds so the world could get some glimpse at the pain that lingers inside. Now, don't get that confused with wanting attention. That is not it at all. Another is to simply feel something besides the unrelenting pain inside, and sometimes to feel anything at all.
I guess what I am trying to say is, "It is all about the PAIN, caused by so many perps., that won't go away. The pain scratches, claws, cuts, or whatever else to keep me bleeding on the inside, so I feel like a pressure cooker and must open it up to let the blood flow freely before I explode."
If one still doesn't get at least a dim picture from this, then they will never understand in the least. Of course, I am not asking for understanding. All I want is LOVE. Is that too much to ask?
I do hear the whispers and questions. They go unanswered because so many tears are at the back of my throat, I can't speak. To answer the questions to complete understanding could never be done. However, I will try to explain to some degree, what makes me do such things. I say, "Me", because all though many of the reasons are the same, not all self-injurers have some of my reasons. That is why it could never be fully understood. We, ourselves don't even understand it many times.
One reason for me is, I make the wounds so the world could get some glimpse at the pain that lingers inside. Now, don't get that confused with wanting attention. That is not it at all. Another is to simply feel something besides the unrelenting pain inside, and sometimes to feel anything at all.
I guess what I am trying to say is, "It is all about the PAIN, caused by so many perps., that won't go away. The pain scratches, claws, cuts, or whatever else to keep me bleeding on the inside, so I feel like a pressure cooker and must open it up to let the blood flow freely before I explode."
If one still doesn't get at least a dim picture from this, then they will never understand in the least. Of course, I am not asking for understanding. All I want is LOVE. Is that too much to ask?
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