That boy was like a pendulum,
Getting lower to my wrist each day.
Cutting my heart with his words,
Ripping my soul into a million pieces.
Using anything I could find,
Anything that was sharp.
Anything that could hurt.
Anything that could tear my skin apart.
Hurting myself became my life.
It soon threw me into an asylum.
He was my downfall.
As the number of notches on my arm increased,
The heartbreak grew as well.
I soon ended up trying to end my own life,
And into another mental hospital I went.
To this day I wonder if my scars will disappear.
But I know they never will,
Because the pain goes away.
And the scars last forever.
Will you become one of my many pendulums?
Will you hurt me like he did?
A contest entry
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yep, boys can be like that. thanks for taking the time to enter, love jin
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Nice metaphor for cutting.
I hope it's a metaphor..
A bit cliche, but nice word crafting and you brought non original ideas back using original words
Thanks for entering.
- Blue
beauty
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Beautiful piece, young poetess. You have a great way of expressing your thoughts and putting them into a poem. Life is life, but living it is sometimes the hardest thing to do. I have been a victim and have endured for a very long time. Time has a way of healing, one's soul and body. Even if we do not forget, the painful reminders, of how hard everyday life can be, we still live. I know and I will always live life.. moment by moment. Thanks for sharing this lovely dark poem. Good luck in the contest. Take care and have a great day.
Sandi -
This is so very sad, but one I can relate to very well. I am an ex-cutter, but have been cut free for almost a year now. I hope that you find enough strength to get past that way of coping because there is so much good out there for you to see. Wonderful, heartfelt, and masterful piece. You did a fine job. Thank you so much for entering.
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Wow. I am honestly amazed. I could picture this easily. It is an amazingly painful but good poem. My hat is off to you.
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Oh. More sadness. I'm sorry my baby mama. But I love you! And this is really good. But mainly I love you, so don't forget that.
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I can feel the rawness and the intensity of your emotions,I never pictured cutting to be like pendulum,the imagery ripped something inside me.Amazing job and I hope that time fades the scars pyhsically and mentally.
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Good job on this, my friend. I can feel your pain. I hope that It gets better. I'm sorry that It's like that.
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