Death Dances around me
Like an evil shadow lurking
I hear the whispers and voices of all my ghost
I see my polluted reflection glaring through the foggy mirror
I fall onto the cold damp bathroom floor
I can't breath
My hand shakes uncontrollably
As I press the silver razor blade down
I look away
The blood flows down my porcelain skin
Staining it with a crimson glow
The voices never stop playing in my head
The pictures are like a movie that rewind over and over
It’s a scene that forever haunts me
Tears stream down my face
Until there are no tears to shed
I am lost
I am walking in a grave
Living in the valley of the shadow of death
I am alone with my silent cries
I am living in the fears of yesterday
This is my endless battle
As I lay there I remember everything
No one knows the secrets embedded within the walls of this body
No one knows the lies that come with each smile
Everything is an illusion
A masks I wear to conceal the truth
But when I am alone I can't hide
My only escape is the blood dripping down my skin
The shower running down on me
The cuts that leave the scars
The scars that continue to remind me
The ones that make yesterday live on
A girl once saw them
She walked up to me
And ask me....
"why?"
I didn't even know her
What was I supposed to say?
She tries to give me a hug…
I jerk away
I am not afraid of people
It's just hard to feel them
To feel their emotion when I have none myself
To feel their heart beating a different song
A song you can't bear
I don't want her sympathy
I don't need her false hope
She doesn't know my pain
My silent cries at midnight
She doesn't know what these scars mean to me
If only she knew
I want so badly to tell her the truth
To speak it
Maybe then I can be free again
She is not the first to speak
To recite the porcelain lies
But it's different with her
I almost tell her…but I run away
Back to my razor
To the shower running down
The blood dripping
This is my razor
And these are my fears
If the cuts ever go to deep
And the end comes
I know…I know
That I will finally be set free
Author notes
Well i have personally dealt with cutting and it is very hard to recover from. But to be honest its even harder to see the ones you love hurting themselves. If you are cutting or suicidal please stop...get help...because life is short. You don't have to feel the way you do...there is hope. if anyone ever needs anyone to talk to about this stuff i am definitely here for you. And to the host of the contest i could not figure out how to center my poem...i really hope you won't take off for that
A contest entry
- ~Dark Poetry~ //Title and Song Prompts.\\ by xPsychoticxRealityx.
400 points, ended November 9, 11 entries
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I love this. I totally understand the lines "I am not afraid of people
It's just hard to feel them". I go through this alot. Good job on this piece.
Good luck and keep writing!!
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Thank you for entering my contest. You brought a tear to my eye, the feeling to my wrist, and the pain into my heart...You are a wonderful writer, and I am glad you entered my contest. You've made me remember and made me think. Good luck, of course.
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thanks alot for commenting. I want to apologize for it not being centered. I tried to center it, but it would not let me.
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Tis fine, I understand. It was a good read, I wasn't thinking about the centering that time! Possibly it was to long? I dunno.
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i just wrote until my emotions were out. Writing is the only way i stop myself from creeping into the lifestyles of this poem. I just recently got to the point where i am functioning properly and well and i can finally say i am better
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I am still...healing, you could say. Writing and my friends are the only things keeping me away from my blade, so I can relate.
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my best friend/ the love of my life killed himself when he was 14...and i havent n=mentally recovered yet. i was the perfect child before that happened. I was invinsible and super strong...but my life changed alot after that
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