Closing my eyes
Dreaming of better days
But no matter how hard I try
The nightmares seem to stay
Screaming in the night
As the tear drops fall
Left alone in darkness
Shadows on the wall
Need too see the blood
To know that I'm alive
I need to cut my skin
The only way to survive
But all three are gone now
No more blood will drop
Because he wanted
This nasty addiction to stop
I still wish they were here
Laying on my bed
Right upon my pillow
Where I now lay my head
I look down at my arm
At the scars from nights ago
And then I picture in my mind
How the blood did flow
How it went down my arm
Till it hit the floor
I'd wipe it away
But out would come even more
Then I open my eyes
At those shadows dancing
Evil monsters watching me
At each of them I'm glancing
They watch me every night
As I lay down in bed
They want to see the blood
See it's deep shade of red
But no I will not
Satisfy their evil glowing eyes
Because from this addiction
I'm planning to rise
So away with the monsters
The nightmares and the screams
I just what to go back
To having normal dreams
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Written August 5th, 2006
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I love this poem. I cut for years.... it felt so good... but, I had someone who cared enough to help me quit so i'm finished... it's so hard though at times! Keep writing your amazing! <3 -
I hop you are doing well for yourself now
this seem the you have had a hard time
but it seem thatyou are do OK now
keep up the good work -
i am trying to stop cutting as well. this poem means the world to me. if u read my new poem "time to ask for help" i think thats what its called u will see that i am trying to stop as well. i still see the blood drip to the floor. its the only way for me to know that i am real.
love the poem -
fantastic
wow...that's perfection in poem form in my mind....you have a beautiful talent...keep sharing it with the world...we are the ones who will change it -
Very nice. Well worded, sweet visuals. I find that I must lay still to avoid cutting myself.
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