Ericka McCarty

Dear Cutting

Copyright, Ericka McCarty

Dear Cutting,

Through many of my toughest times, you have been there for me. At times, you were my greatest comfort, and at times I thought you were my only friend. But I was wrong, and that is why I’m writing this letter to you.

I don’t need you anymore. You tricked me into your steely arms, saying that you were the only comfort, and that you were my greatest friend, but a friend doesn’t hurt another friend on purpose, and for so long, you have done just that, reach in my chest and rip my heart out.

Now, I am taking my heart, my soul, and my happiness back. Please let me be happy, and “normal” (although I have no idea what that is). Leave me alone, and don’t tell me anymore of your false promises, because I know the real truth.

The real truth is that you are ugly, disfiguring, and you have made my life a living hell for the last 3 or so years. You have stolen my self-worth, my pride, and my self-respect. I am now stealing one of your prey, and the most important person to me, Ericka Mccarty!

Please, leave me alone, but don’t take any more victims in my place. Don’t rip someone else’s heart out. Don’t chew up someone and spit them out, because they will hurt, and I don’t want another person to start cutting. Everyone; it is not worth the first cut!

I do thank you for the few seconds of pleasure you gave me each cut I took, and I thank you for helping me cope the only way I knew at that time. I thank you so very much for that. But I have to cut off all ties with you. I don’t want to go back to you, because that is bad news, and I’ve had enough to last for a long while.


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