I laugh richly
As I feel the metallic,
Poisonous taste of
My own blood
Dribbling down my lips.
I just don't care
About anything anymore -
The only item
I'm desperate to hold on to
Is this blood stained knife.
I slash fiercely
At my cold pale skin;
But instead
Of the usual satisfaction
I feel hollow and cold inside
I scream.
Bitterly I weep
As memories speed quickly
Across my mind
Flashes of happier times
When I wasn't hardened and bitter.
Is this inaccurate? Or is this a good interpretation of a self harmer?
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So dark and so sad, yet so beautifully written. Well done. Great work. Keep it flowing
Much love
Ylova
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As a former cutter, I don't think the next to last stanza is accurate. That's why cutting is so hard to quit, if it stopped providing temporary relief, cutters could get past it. The rest of your poem is realistic and your poem as a whole is outstanding.
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Ok thanks
Thanks for your advice.
My cousin used to cut and she told me once this is how she once felt, at her lowest. But different things happen to diff people I suppose.
And thankyou!
OUTSTANDING!
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Beautiful
Criticisms: When u cut, u care,
If only for a few moments
You care because you feel alive.........
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Ok
Thanks for the const. criticism. xx x
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