I drag this blade across the bed
Where you and I once laid
I hang my head and close my eyes
To forget the love we made.
I drag this blade across my chest
To try to stop the pain
Abandoned by my own hand
I cannot face this shame.
I drag this blade down each arm
I will not take it back
I blame myself for falling short
And everything I lack.
I push this blade into my side
And watch the deep dark flow
The world goes dark, I cannot stop
These things you'll never know.
They'll find my body and not know why
It's torn, bloody and flayed
No note, no reason, no explanation
In my hand, this blade.
Author notes
Written January 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- ((sad/suicidal/angst/depression)) Check it out! by sad green angel.
500 points, ended February 28, 2006, 17 entries
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hmmm
Never thought u wrote like that aunt missy, but i thought it was good -
Sad, frightening, and absolutely wonderful. Beautiful imagery and excellent word usage.
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fawesome! Yes, I said Fawesome.
Oh my, I so wish I had your writing abilities, my peoms suck, major ass. I so can't wait to hear more of you! -
thy words rage within those crimson tears flowing within the darkness where memories find that sadness which is ever flowing.
In teresting concept my friend.
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
Excellent.
This is amazing. The flow is flawless. The word choice is wonderful. And it rhymes. And I know the feeling. -
awesome
this is an awesome poem. i wish i could write like that. i could picture the detail as i read the words. they just flow right along. it's very dark and i love it. i used to write like that and i still try. sometimes it doesnt come out right. anyways good luck on the contest.
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