Sawing with a tough serrated blade
As you cut through the bark
And it breaks away.
But no blood shows.
You can die and not bleed.
You can die without blood.
Halfway through
And so far it’s clean
Take a break, then start up again
Deep enough to be in danger,
Lacking the skill to handle it right
Hoping you can push it back
But you can’t put up a fight
As you cut what’s left.
Lifeless now.
A contest entry
- well....im not sure. by xrain dancerx.
600 points, ended August 22, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i dont know why i wrote this but i did i dont cut but yeah i have thought about it
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i like this one but there isnt any sexy. lolz. thank u for entering and GREAT job. good luck!
*hugs* tay. -
i really like this one the best because it tells the hole story on depression and why people do this to there selves
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I like this one, nice metaphor and flow. great write
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hey bby girl!! its ur older sis!!!
i love you sooo much and this was soooo great!!!
keep it up sweetheart!!
Love,
Savi -
i love this one! keep writting missy, ull get even better.
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