I love the feeling of cold glass
as it slides up and down my arm,
slowly pressing first lightly
just so it can tear my skin.
Pressing harder to make the blood flow,
making me feel alive,
my only escape from my troubles
is to cut myself and bleed.
The urge to cut many times over,
unable to resist, so over again
I slide the glass across my wrist,
then sit here waiting for my fate.
A contest entry
- prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER by serenity silvermoon.
569 points, ended February 8, 100 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Make me cry, make my heart hurt, show me your pain by starving-to-survive.
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Comments
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Man can i relate to this. Your words cut through me in the same way the blade cuts through our skin! I know how the relief from self harming can make you feel better, how it feels like the only option...this is goig to sound so hypocritical cos i cant do this my self, but try and find another outlet. You deserve so much better than that. I dont know what has happened to you in your life, but i can guess it has been hard. I am so sorry for that. But i am here for you.
Thank you for entering my contest x -
great poem sissy i don't like it when you cut you know that i hope you can stop just think what you do to yourself you do onto me and God as well Jesus already died for our sins why would you want to cut him look onto god sissy he is there and he will help i love you sissy keep on writing you are good at it and quit cutting
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Wow very disturbing your only making things worse for yourself in no way are you gaining anything by doing this. Your ruining your self and those who care for you will feel the pain also just try to let it out some other way. Youll get through Im keeping you in my thoughts! Hope all will be well and if in any way I made you feel bad Im sorry Im only trying to help!
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What a great poem. It has the things needed to make it just beautiful. I know how you feel too. Good Job!
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i know what its like to be like that, i use to be the same way,
good poem btw love it
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