Sometimes,
I feel so numb inside I cut my arms with razor blades;
Just to feel something.
To feel anything.
Just to know that I am still alive.
Other times the pain builds up so fast I feel like it is crushing me.
I feel alone,
Trapped.
There is no one I can talk to about how I’m feeling,
So it continues to build,
Minute by minute,
Day by day,
Until I just can’t take it any more.
I’m going crazy,
My mind is spinning frantically.
In a blur I grab the razor blade
And slice at my arms and wrists,
Drawing the blade through my skin,
Over and over.
The blood begins to flow, and so does my pain.
The weight on my shoulders begins to slowly fade.
I cut my arms,
Over and over,
Relief washing over my body with every incision.
A small voice inside my head tells me to stop.
But I do not stop;
I cannot.
I am no longer in control.
The pain inside me has taken control.
The cuts on my arms and wrists become deeper, more concentrated.
I begin to feel weak and disorientated.
Everything around me becomes a blur.
I pass out,
Unconscious on the floor,
Blood flowing from my arms and wrists.
My body shuts down.
My heart stops beating.
My soul is set free.
I feel so numb inside I cut my arms with razor blades;
Just to feel something.
To feel anything.
Just to know that I am still alive.
Other times the pain builds up so fast I feel like it is crushing me.
I feel alone,
Trapped.
There is no one I can talk to about how I’m feeling,
So it continues to build,
Minute by minute,
Day by day,
Until I just can’t take it any more.
I’m going crazy,
My mind is spinning frantically.
In a blur I grab the razor blade
And slice at my arms and wrists,
Drawing the blade through my skin,
Over and over.
The blood begins to flow, and so does my pain.
The weight on my shoulders begins to slowly fade.
I cut my arms,
Over and over,
Relief washing over my body with every incision.
A small voice inside my head tells me to stop.
But I do not stop;
I cannot.
I am no longer in control.
The pain inside me has taken control.
The cuts on my arms and wrists become deeper, more concentrated.
I begin to feel weak and disorientated.
Everything around me becomes a blur.
I pass out,
Unconscious on the floor,
Blood flowing from my arms and wrists.
My body shuts down.
My heart stops beating.
My soul is set free.
A contest entry
- Emotionally Destroyed by xXemo-teddybearXx.
400 points, ended April 2, 77 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
An older poem, but figured I'd share it anyway.
Comments
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I also am a self-injurer I I know what you are talking about. It's a fine line between complete control and none at all. I also got out of control one time and had to be hospitalized. It's not good, but it's so hard not to. This poem is very well written and I loved it. Keep up the great work! -
Its awesome
I can really relate -
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Hey thanks
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coming from someone dealing with self injury, this is such a real expression! it's this kind of stuff that breaks ugly stereotypes, so thank you! keep writing, this is amazing!
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this so good!!!!
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Can relate to this.
Great write. xx -
uh-may-zing
i love this poem this is
what i kind of went tru
i couldnt stop
cutting i would
fing ANY reason to cut myself -
amazing
i loved this.. i know exactly what its like and t was incredable seeing how well you understand it and express it.. absolutely wonderful!

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wow
this was amazing
again, i cried
i loved the strong emotion and feelings in this
great job
i loved it and could relate to every word
thankyou for entering my contest
good luck
xXalyXx
his emo teddybear -
Sad. Unfortunate. But I can feel the pain, the emotion, the urge for something, even pain to let us know we are alive.
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