Confessions of a Cutter....letter to cutting

Dear Cutting,

For along time you were my best friend. You were there for me. Now that I know what it's like to feel loved, I don't need you. I'm done.

There was always some part of me that was mad. I used to rub on my legs so hard my skin would come off, I would scrath my arms and legs, I would cut my self with fingernail clippers or paperclips but I don't want to any more.

You gave me pain that I thought would make my problems go away. I don't blaim you for my troubles, I blaim my mom for leaving that blade on the counter, I blaim my dad for making me so angry, I blaim my sister for being a bitch and making me feel worthless, but most of all I blaim myself for not being smart enough to walk away.

You were there for me when he broke my heart, you were there for me after my dad beat me, you were there for me for all the mistakes I did. I've come to learn that pain doesn't fix anything.

I will throw you away and take the trash out. I won't cut myself again because I know that I'm better than that. Now there is one thing I can never get rid of to remind me of you. The scars. On my legs, wrists, arms, stomach. I will always see those and be reminded of you but from now on. I'm say goodbye.

Sincerly,
Ashley, recovering cutter