I feel like cutting every night
I stare at the knife but never do it
It's not that im scared
I just hate everything about it
There is nothing that can stop me
But i still turn away
Maybe someday i will crack
Take that knife to my skin
Remind myself how it felt before
Watch the blood pour out
Still feeling empty, unsatisfied
Its an addiction that i broke
Only time will tell when i do it again
A contest entry
- food for thought- ♥- cutters, noncutters, and ex-cutters by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended November 10, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
While grammar and punctuation definitely would have helped your cause, the sentiment is definitely there.
My favourite bit was:
"Remind myself how it felt before
Watch the blood pour out
Still feeling empty, unsatisfied..."
Something about that part just stuck out. Well done, and thanks so much for entering.
Laura
Adding your comment:
