Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Another Damned Day by Rebekah Tapp

By Rebekah Tapp
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My name was Rebekah Tapp (I was married on May 5, 2007, so it is now Rebekah McClain). I have a few things posted on this site. Most of them were written so long ago when I was in so much pain and really, I needed to send an update.

The people that have left comments telling me that I will get through this were right. In a few of the stories, I mention my "boyfriend." He is now my husband. I haven't cut myself or had anything to do with SI since September 16, 2002.

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Don't we all cry,
Don't we all bleed?
All of us feel,
But some feel the need,
To torture,
To hate,
To make fun of our pain.

So we fall,
And we cry,
We relive it all,
Some fall,
And some die,
But some of them fly.

Their pain,
Has wings,
And can take them away,
To a place,
Where they,
Can have a life to regain.

But some stumble,
Some fall,
And can't see the sun,
They can't see the light,
And can't ever recall,
A time,
Or a place,
When they once laughed.

No memory,
No face,
Of happiness...
...Just fear.

All anger and hate,
Their life fades away,
Before their own eyes,
And they're left here to face,
Another damned day.

They're alone,
And in pain,
And swallowed by fate,
And alone they're faced,
With another damned day.

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