I prayed to God, but he never came,
But what came were the voices.
They comforted me, they showed me what I could do to stop the pain
Just a slash or two, then it was an addiction.
The self-infliction.
The searing pain was what I needed, what I craved.
The blood, I splattered on the wall
Went by unnoticed.
No one cared. So I continued in silence.
Drugs weren't my kind of cure
So I never tried.
Every ounce of blood carried every ounce of pain,
I felt. So I never stopped. Because the pain continues.
I have to look at myself everyday,
I have to live this life that never
Seems to end, that I can't end myself.
I've cut myself so much,
I feel nothing anymore.
The cut I open
Are nothing compared to,
the wounds and holes poked through my heart.
Yeah I get glances, I get looks
Because of all my scars,
I'm a freak.
My parents turn a blind eye and act like it doesn't exist.
They ask me what's wrong with me
Why can't I be normal
I laugh and walk away
Like I always do.
I'm useless.
I'm lifeless.
I walk about like a drone.
I'm invisible, to the keenest of eyes.
Author notes
What were you thinking in creating this poem?:
M.A: Well a lot of emotions really. Anger, suicide, as well as my constant self hatred running through my mind, it crawled and made its way through my fingers. And when stuff like that lingers I can't help but write about it, plus it calms me down.
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I really like this piece. I feel this has made a awesome entry in my contest. Myself, I have been there. Come to think of it, Im still there. I cant tell you that one day you'll wake up and say ok im done with this because you wont. Cutting is a drug. To me its wrose. It dose get better, youll start cutting less one day, me it was and still is my husband (soulmate) that has helped me. I went to hospitals and all it done was make it wrose for me. If you ever need to talk add me to your favorties. ITs much easyer talking to strangers that people you know about this sorta thing. Hang in there deary.
This is too shades of shadows,
For your little information on this subject i doupt you cut at all. Maybe a little bitty one here and there. Just enough to get people to notice right? If knew anything at all you would know people who are really seriously cutting themselfs write to try not to cut. Alot of times it dosent work, but they do try. So take your 2 itty bitty cents out of her bizness please.
Good luck deary -
i thought "finally, someone is giving me cliche crap, but oh damn its about how crap their life is"
i'm an ex cutter, "i know the pain" and all that bs, but still... dont tell the world. -
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to a cutting poem
For your little information on this subject i doupt you cut at all. Maybe a little bitty one here and there. Just enough to get people to notice right? If knew anything at all you would know people who are really seriously cutting themselfs write to try not to cut. Alot of times it dosent work, but they do try. So take your 2 itty bitty cents out of her bizness please.
To prech to someone you have to know were they stand. Btw i can make your world hell on here. So keep your mouth off people please -
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i said ex cutter. and i didnt tell anyone, in poetry or outside, because i didnt want anyone knowing. now i'm over it, i dont really care anymore.
and fyi, it was a part of the contest for cliched stuff. -
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well like i siad in the message, i may not be the smartest person but i know how to be a good person ...thats more than i can say for you.
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I like this alot, also I know your pain...
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Your pain, is dear uniquely your own known only to you, and for that I grieve...Knowing pain myself sometimes...i know it something that is our own journey, day to day...but know, if you want to share I am here for you....because pain is no stranger to alot of us...
...Keep penning!
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It cut straight through to my heart. Thank you so much for writing this.
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This poem did really speak to me. It's very deep, and describes the emotions that you feel when you're cutting. It's not exactly long, nor too descriptive, but I feel it's to the point, and very adequate.
I hope you feel better soon, but I can't say that you will, because I'm still fighting this battle myself.
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck. ♥ -
It is of very deep sorrow that you speak, when we cannot find the answers that we seek. Never fitting in to society's mirror games, where our refelection always seems so strange so out of place.
You know there is always your pain to make you feel complete, to make you regain what it is you have lost in those darkest moments of pain.
I hold out my hand to you, slash it, cut it to shreds, see if it moves away from you.
I bleed these thoughts everyday yet a razor I do not sway to me the pain resides deep in my soul and no blade, no knife could ever cut deep enough to make me whole.
I like it, I like it so!
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So much pain for such a short poem, and it's a sad fact a lot of people go through this in life. I don't know a pain that great, so I can but imagine, but even that's too painful to me. I love the emotions on this poem, you did a marvelous job giving out every small piece of it.
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you have penned a heart full of pain here,
i understand and know what it is like,
if you ever need any one i am here for you always
Blessings
Rend
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Today's Featured Poem!!!
I am featuring this for "Today's Poem"...you have penned your anger and emotions really well!!!
Blessed Be,
~Raven
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