I'm laying upon your shelf
When I hear your silent screams
And I soon know that
I will be picked up
And put against your skin
Your foot steps come near
Your fingers grab me
I get laid down upon your pillow
Like every night before
Because you are trying to fight me
But no you will not win
You have given in too many times
I've drug you in deep
Your too deep to escape
Come on pick me up
You know you want to
Stop fighting me
When you know
Your going to lose
I see tear after tear
Fall from your eyes
And I watch them
As they hit the bed
You look over at me
With blood shot eyes
"I hate you"
You say to me
You hate me but
I'm the only thing,
That can release the pain
You then look to the heavens
And ask God to help you
He can't save you from me
No one can save you now
I'm controlling you
There's no way out
"I'm sorry My love"
You say
Right as you pick me up
You close your eyes
Push me down
Into your skin
And you slide me across
You drop me
Onto the bed
As I watch the blood drop down
I laugh as you fall down
And cry
You've lost once again
And once again
I've won!
You put me back
On the shelf
Until tomorrow
When the same thing
With happen again
I watch you fall asleep
As blood still falls
From the cut
Author notes
Option #1
Written August 2nd, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Cut my life into pieces, This is my last resort. Twist on cutting and dark poetry. by emilyspicer.
400 points, ended August 26, 2006, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I actually think I have beat the blade...I've been clean for 10 days now!! And I haven't had a ugre for about 5!! And I've been cutting sense Feb. I know thats not that long...But ever doing it for a week can suck you in for a life time!...And thanks for the comment!
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this is a strong peice, really draws the reader in well and holds them throughout, demonstrating how even though we often feel as we are in control the blade is really controling us, and once we realise that the fight becomes one of the most difficult things. fighting not to do it, giving in, feeling guilty, fighting once more... a seemingly endless cycle.
I've cut for almost 10 years now, gone just over a week since my last cut and really hoping that I won't give in again.
this peice is fantastic, and I hope that one day you will win the fight -
Great example from the knifes point of view. Did you make the back ground. thats cool. Good luck and thanks.
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I am empathetic and I hate things that hurt people little things. And I really and truly hate bombs anyway, it was a good poem, very good. Im sorry if im being stupid but please Im sorry I did like your writing I just don't like cutting. But with the poem since I hope you get a very good chance at winning!! Ad trut o smile more, its better for you
I KNO IM A DORK
LOL
GOODNIGHT LOVELIES
AUGUSTA -
very good... its a work at the most of the moment... something unspoken in words of the american knowledge.
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strong and very moving piece. so many of us go thru the same thing. good luck in the contest
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This is a touching, sad piece. The fight with the razor is always hard. I was a cutter for 10 years and i've been able to fight it for a year, although it is sometimes hard, when all you want to do is bleed to know that you are still alive, as you feel numb all the time and it is sometimes the only form of relief. I like the imagery as well, this was an awesome piece.
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i can feel the emotion of the poem so well. great poem keep writing, ~ Duckie ~.
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well written ,powerful stuff!
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good job
great write! i relate very much to this poem. thanks a lot for sharing
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drew me in
with every line
almost made me want 2 cry
which wud b bad coz im at skool.
it's so sad
good luck in the contest
another amazing write from u
CJ
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