put the blade to the skin,
take a deep breath,
and begin carving symbols,
write the words i cant say in blood
Beauty,
Failure,
My Fault,
WHY?
underline each,
a calm numbing feeling rushing over me as i see the the red run,
watch it with fascination,
wait until all is dry,
the words a dulled scarlet brown,
wipe it away,
bandage them,
hide them from those who would worry.
these are my secretes,
my comfort,
and you probably will never know.
but the scars will speak to me forever
A contest entry
- we raise hell. by redhanded.
650 points, ended October 28, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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WOW
mannn.this is all soo vivid. i LOVE the lines..
"wait until all is dry,
the words a dulled scarlet brown,
wipe it away,
bandage them,
hide them from those who would worry.
these are my secrets,
my comfort,"
you have no idea how hard it is for me to stop myself from doin this to myself again and agian, i hear the words "for you id bleed myself dry" by coldpaly in my head,and i want soo badly to just let go and let the crimson overwhelm me and comfort me.
BUT it is a comfort i can not have, because of the simple fact of who would worry...
Love the poem M. Loves you too.
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Your Sis,
XxTwigxX
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This is a very moving poem. I like it a lot. Good luck in the contest
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this is a very nice write I enjoyed the flow of the piece as well as the beging lines and the line of "but the scars will speak to me forever" its almost as if the poem itself was speaking to me. very nice write and keep up the good work. thank you for your entry. best of luck to you in the future and with your writing.
andi
(redhanded)
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put the blade to the skin,
take a deep breath,
Very nice, a moving poem.
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