Gripping the razor
Contemplating choices
Measuring consequences
And the sweet remembrance of
What the cold comforting blade of steel has done
To me or for me
Will it leave me to die
With crimson tears
That run from wrists
Or will it be my rebirth
my star anew to life?
Author notes
I'm not gonna kill myself...I love my friends to much to do that.
A contest entry
- Pain and Depression by thedevilsgirl.
475 points, ended November 16, 2007, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive criticism, please. Something I can be thankful for not just the way to a gold membership for a week.
Comments
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Ah, another poem that flows quickly but leaves an imprint. Your extremely good at what you do.
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Good, don't kill yourself. I liked this poem it bears so many elements that make a great poem. Flow, diction, description, rhythm, emotion, and success.
Very well done,
Silvos.
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Thank you so much. i love the people who care about me in my life that I would never ever go through with this, but really i feel like I can't take much more of what the world is giving me.
dreaming poetess
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