it’s what you live for
your passion
your being
slipping from your control
it’s a surgeons knife each time
it’s an IV drip
a hospital bed and a
long way to recovery
and you still want it
the wrong type of addiction
the flip side of every
way they used to scare us
to make us better
walking into the theatre
the world’s stage in mind
the final performance
the epilogue of the balance and sanity
of people
blind-sided passion.
It’s become your lover,
the after effects
acting as the next seduction
always a risk, a chance
the knife doesn’t slip much
but…
if it does
you will die
and it’s cutting deeper, slipping more
and I’m slipping away, nothing more to live for
Author notes
ergh, I just hope posting this will help me shake this feeling.
As for the poem two words: examination blues
er Update..sort of. This poem was never really meant to be a cutting poem. I now realise it could be interpreted as such but...I would just like to clear it up that I am not a cutter nor have I ever thought of doing so. Lol. This poem is mainly about having a passion for only one specific thing until that on specific thing becomes hard to face because you care about it so much...I suppose because my 'passion' is schoolwork and the grades obtained from it some of the paragraphs have become personified to that (stanza 3 and 4).
Please tell me what you think
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I can feel your pain, however, you do have talent..this write was intense and raw, and spoke of not just physical description but also emotional intellect...use the paper, not the knife..Believe me, I talk & Hang with cutters, alkies, druggies everyday..this is a much better outlet, than the knife..Best of Luck! Wish I could say something, but there are no words..just use the paper....Stick around Ap for awhile..Iwas a lurker for a year too/. then finaly i posted one...anyway,,,stay here, you'll eet kewl peeps.....Ciao for now
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thankyou for reading this, and for the applause XD. Your suggestions are good ones!
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I have never been one to read cutting self harming poetry Not that is is not worthy of reading, this is Very much so .
It is just being of an older generation I feel so sad that so many of our youth feel the helpless, hopeless outlook on life.
I long to take them in my arms and say things will be better Though i know for some they never will.
I do so hope that all your actions will be done on paper( as you have the talent ) than actually taking the path described in this piece A well written work Good luck and welcome to AP
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Thankyou for your words, and taking the time to read this poem.
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