I stair at the walls
Closing in on me
I see the blade and it makes me feel free
I sit in my room.
All alone
I stair at the walls
Trying to block out the yelling from the outside rooms
I sit here wanting to scream and bleed
But no one else can see
Blood;
It is my friend
Blades, there always there
But deep down I hate it
I wish to stop
I wish to be free once again;
From all this misery
Screaming seems like so much fun
When that blade touches my skin
Blood runs down my skin and I start to scream out in pain
I feel alive,
Once again
Author notes
written: 6-11-07
written for a contest
Option #2
A contest entry
- LOTS and LOTS of OPTIONS!!!!!!!! *Please come look* by Samantha-..
600 points, ended June 24, 2007, 28 entries
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"gasp"
so are you cutting now??? hope not, but please dont lie to me if you are. anyway i was wondering when ur going to Oklahoma? cause i'm going this friday for the rest of the summer... anyway i love this poem not that i love you feel that way. but its written beautifully. keep up the good work. <3 ya and if u need someone to talk to i'm here... be safe and good luck in the contest.
Jacque
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this is really good. you expressed yourself well and i know how you feel. good job.
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I love blood and I love death. This is an awesome poem. btw thank you for your comment on my poem.
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Very good. I loved this piece and I can feel and see you and what you are trying to convey within this piece! Very impressive. Good luck!!!
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awww, don't tell me you do this. But if you do, I am here for you, being an ex-cutter myself. Very expressive write. I loved it.
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This is really amazing! You describe all the feelings perfectly. I love how you describe the blood and blades as being like a friend- it's really relatable. Goodluck in the contest!
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