The more pain I feel
The deeper I cut.
I wish I could stop
But I'm not strong enough.
One cut follows another
As my pain escapes.
With every cut I make
More of me fades.
Droplets of blood combine
To form a pool of blood on the floor.
I can hear Death knocking
And I slowly approach the door.
Soon my arms are covered
With bleeding lines of escape.
Blood is pouring out of them-
Blood poisoned with pain.
I try to stop cutting
But I don't know what else to do.
So when I don't cut I run
'Cause I must hide the truth.
This secret escape of cutting myself
Is only known to me.
I must hide the lines carefully-
They cannot be seen.
I know I shouldn't do it
'Cause Death is closing in.
But I must cut releases
To let go of this pain from within.
Death is knocking
]But for now I'll keep up the fight.
I'm not quite ready yet
To have to say goodbye.
But if, for any reason,
I should have to let go,
Know that I've tried my best
To overcome the storm.
A contest entry
- Emotions Crying Out {Options} by newnoakua.
550 points, ended June 16, 2008, 91 entries
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This secret escape of cutting myself
Is only known to me.
I must hide the lines carefully-
They cannot be seen.
this just brings so much sadness to my soul... there are so many things I would like to say. Firstly I want you to know that we all hide, whether it be our scars, weaknesses, emotions or pain absolutely everyone has been at a moment where they hid rather than voiced. My advice, live your life out loud, be the person that advocates for others in this same situation. Know also that there is compassion left in this world you simply have to find it.
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Thank you very much. i quit cutting recently, and some days it's all I can do not to cut. There are scars that I wish could go away, but each scar tells a story, you know? But I'm glad I decided to stop.
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wow that first verse had me in tears amazing
"The more pain I feel
The deeper I cut.
I wish I could stop
But I'm not strong enough."
Rhyming is superb fantastic I love rhyming poems and your poem has talent in many ways -
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thank you. its one of the few that arent forced in rhyming
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Thank you. Usually its hard for me to rhyme, but this is one of the few that just came to me
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My favorite part is the last stanza. Good work.
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i tried to use the last stanzas as the clenchers. hope it worked.
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omg i can totally relate great job
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Thank you. Cutting releases some of the pain, but it's like my blood is stained with pain ya know?
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yeah totally i do all this shit is happening tho wit it god i hate it almost everyone is gonna find out i do
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i can't stop cutting, it is sooo hard, i stopped for a while w/help of a best guyfriend, but i cut 3 days ago, i'm trying my best, but i can't. your poems speaks the truth, keep on writing
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That meant more than you know. I sometinmes think I should stop writing, but to hear someone tell me that I am honest about it and that I should keep writing is what keeps me writing. Thank you.
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I love this poem. It is beautiful. Great poem. Dark and true. I can definitely relate. Just now cutting really isnt the answer and I am here for you.
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