Open the drawer
Take out the tweezers
-Not the sharp ones
But the ones that are just sharp enough to pierce the skin
But not enough to hurt too much
Swipe...Swipe...Swipe
White marks across the peachy skin of my leg
Trying to let the pain out
Needing to feel something, anything
Watching in fascination
As the red substance pools up
And travels down my thigh
I cut because
When something emotional happens
That hurts me
There's no physical pain.
So cutting creates that physical pain
And allows me to release all my hurt
Anger
Sadness
Depression
Jealousy
Out of my system.
It allows me to
Let go of you
And of the pain
So I take the tweezers again
Cutting deeper
Trying to let go of the pain
Letting go of you.
Author notes
Option One: Self-mutilation
Note: This isn't a true story.
A contest entry
- The Pain Still Seeps Inside by Leanna-bean.
375 points, ended May 15, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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This is an okay poem but I kinda would have rather had a true story. Make the poem just that much more intense. I really don't like the word Peachy either. Thank you so much for the entry and good luck
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