A void reeks in the depths of my petrified heart
Corners of my heart have been invaded by emptiness and misery
Emotions and feelings clash together dispersing a sudden crave
A crave of pain to rid the numbness, to drain the restlessness within me
Closed eyes, my mind wanders to places of happines as i slice through
Blood flows, drained, i feel, drained, the painful feelings have left
I feel the pain and it somehow mysteriously washes away the burden i feel
My heart feels light, the heaviness has streamed away with my blood
Deep within the depths of my heart and soul i ask why, why do i do this
My thoughts dig deep into the boundaries of my apathy heart, and I've figured
Every void, every cut, every slice, every bleed, every tear is a search
A quest of something unknown, maybe someone to cherish and understand my imperfections,
or maybe it's a mere ironic search for complacency
Author notes
i had a hard time thinking how to write it from your point of view, so i did not but instead writen something bout cutting. i tried, i hope it helps, and i hope you like it
A contest entry
- Cut: To The Point by Lets Get Tragic.
1300 points, ended August 2, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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ohmygosh!
this is such a dark write... a very painful piece! (stop cutting yourself!!!) this was filled with sorrow, hatred, angst... a pretty dark write! the flow was there, the emotions ran deep and raw, and everything was in place! keep penning, best of luck in this contest! >.<
~Ranji
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