My safe place is mostly colored in pearl white.
The cleanliness of the basin gives it an appealing little shine.
I must admit this room is my comfort zone.
It has no kitchenette but it has a name- I call it home.
It has a disposal where I can rid my waste.
Whether it is from my ass or my pretty little face.
It has a cabinet where I can keep my friends.
They're different colors and when I swallow, relief sets in.
They get a choke hold on me that is so bold.
It's happened so many times it has grown old.
That is why I've turned to the razor's edge.
Hoping it will help me fall off the questionable ledge.
I sit here looking at the razor's tip in hand.
I like to make shapes with it- Like an oriental fan.
The fluid comes rushing out and sticks like tar.
I hit a vein on my wrist which might leave a scar.
Never did I think I would receive pleasure from the site of blood.
The satisfaction could be addicting... Like a favorite drug.
Crawling into my perfectly temperatured bed.
The water is crystal clear but will soon be red.
My thoughts begin to drift away with the steam.
Drifting along with no worries, like a pleasant dream.
Now my pain is starting to melt away.
Gone away- It's done- Just like the day.
Death's embrace holds me all so snug.
How did it know this is what I've been thinking of?
My vitality will soon go down the drain.
All of my pain released when I touched my veins.
My thoughts ran wild but are now tamed.
For I will no longer be there for you to blame.
A contest entry
- Say That Again? by C J Weatherholt.
525 points, ended December 12, 2007, 62 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very very well done
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Wow, all I can say is wow. This is an amazing write. Coming from someone who used to visit that razors edge often and took the blame along with it. I just love this piece. The last two lines are breathtaking. You will be considered in judging. Thank you for entering my contest.
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wow
Your poem touched me...it conveys strength and weakness of the human spirit both at the same time.
Bravo!
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Very dark and depressing write. The pain and despair are so vividly expressed like the detailed imagery. I love the rhyme pattern as it flows so smoothly like silk. Very nicely done. I love the emotion and the dark reality of it.
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