Open Letter From a Cutter to a Diabetic Friend

Thu, 02/27/2014 - 02:30 -- vw76
Author's note: At the time of writing, I had self harm issues, specifically with cutting. As of the poem's latest submission, I am almost two months clean. I am sharing this poem because I want others who can relate to know that they are not alone as well as to document the well-hidden distress self harmers endure. This poem can be triggering. Continue at your cautious discretion.
When I watch you prick your finger multiple times throughout the school day I can't help but feel a twinge of selfishness.
You didn't choose to be diabetic.
You don't choose to prick your finger; it's a medical necessity.
I feel selfish because no one told me to cut myself.
Sure I heard voices, but what medic told me I should take a blade to my skin?
It's only a temporary solution- like your pump.
Like your Smarties and my anti-depressants.
While you use your needle to check your sugar I use my knife to check if I'm still alive.
I'm sorry, I always talk too much about myself.
I'm such an egotistical prick
But it frustrates me how your doctor says you do well keeping track of yourself while mine just thinks I get too hard on myself. 
Because we're not too different.
We're both used to our routines.
And we can't move on
Until we see blood.




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