I wear these scars like trophies
Remnants of my shattered past
I hold on tight to nothing
Wondering how long I can last
The pain inside is growing
And my tears have turned to screams
All my hate has changed direction
Yet how innocent it seems
I hurt myself to spare you
But your life's not worth the pain
These blades are tools of mercy
Yet you say that I'm insane
I'd rather see my blood rain
Forming rivers crimson red
Than reverse the hate inside
And let you die in my stead
I kill myself to save you
To appease the beast inside
When the urge to kill gains strength
All this blood lets it subside
Make jack'o'lanterns jealous
Carve out pieces one by one
More and more 'til I can't stop
Lest the cycle come undone
But my life is running out
And I'm losing all control
That monster's gaining strength now
Stronger than my weary soul
Tried to save you but I failed
Now the battles take their toll
So I'm giving up the fight
God have mercy on your soul
Author notes
You're alive today because she died. Try living with the knowledge of that.
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you my friend are truly an amazing poet and person, this poem is just i can't think of what to say, but it is like a hit to the chest.
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WOW
This is great..it's so rare that a poem takes my breath away. When we cut, it never ceases to amaze me that many times it is a hopeful act of redemption rather than just simple mutilation. There is a lot of thought behind every gash. This is really beautiful. Thank you.
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Brilliant!
My favorite lines were "But my life is running out
And I'm losing all control" That is exactly how i feel right now. Great job!
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