I sit here and think
Of the way you looked
As you walked away
My life you took.
So now as I remember
I grab the knife
Without you here
I don't need life.
I watch with relief
As the tip pierces my skin
for tonight is the night
That your memories don't win.
I begin to cry as
I see the blood
but it's not because of the pain
That's what I love.
I love the release
I get when it starts
I heal all the hurt
As I make new scars
So I sit here alone
with a knife to my arm
I wish I could end
This incredible harm.
As I cut deeper
I begin to cry
I scream to god
Why wont I die?
I want it to be over
I can't deal with this all
When I thought he was there to catch me
he just let me fall.
A contest entry
- The Cutters And The Suicidal by Juggalette Sammy.
1000 points, ended May 22, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this stuns me. you have major talent for this kind of writing.
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I liked this! The last stanza really caught me.
A couple things you may need to correct though,
In the second stanza, "Without you hear", you need to correct the spelling.
In the third stanza, "Is the tip pierces my skin", I think you meant AS the tip pierces my skin.
In the seventh stanza, "I sream to god" I think you meant, scream to god.
Good luck in the contest! Thanks for entering!
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