Cutting is all i think about,
i can't get it out of my head,
i want to be alone,
to die in my bed.
You say it's all in my mind,
that this isn't real,
just let me cut,
i want to feel.
You close the door
and leave me be,
you say,
fine go and cut,
it's nothing to do with me.
I carve the words Help,
deep into my arm,
i bleed and bleed
but i still remain calm.
I fall asleep,
then awaken in a dark room,
i had taken my life,
finally met my doom.
A contest entry
- prewrites round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
425 points, ended December 27, 2008, 86 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow sissy this one made me cry dont die on me i need you thanks for sharing god bless you
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Aah, it would have hurt
im feeling the pain
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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Touching and full of pain here, once again, cutting and how it help to release the pain inside, it's salvation itself...
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wow. there's a lot of meaning in this piece. great job. it shows a lot of emotion i like it
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