It tickles
And I smile.
A harsh, disgusting, cruel smile
that i know is wrong.
And thoughI know you share my pain
You can not know my pleasure.
I feel as it crawls, slides, bleeds
An almost perfect line down my thigh.
Now down my arm, now my hand, now my side
I love it, the moisture.
The slow pleasing drip of relief.
But the color is putrid,
Broken, bright, blinding, and reminding.
It reminds me of why!
Why I made this decision.
Why I made this incision.
Why I can't handle the pressure.
Why i shouldn't exist.
So I look away as i draw the blade accross my skin.
I don't have to see it,
The image doesn't have to be burned into my eyelids!
Because I can feel my relief flow
It's all I can feel anymore.
And it tickles.
What did you think
Comments
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wow u took the words right out of my mouth and made them beautiful x x x x x i admire u x x x x
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Great poem....
honestly
but there are a few I's that you did not capitalize....
but other than that this was very vry powerful and also something I could relate to.
Good work
Haylee -
very nice..... I love reading poems like this because I can actually see and feel what is happenin
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