Up my right arm, down my left
Red lines marked by a blade.
The scars constantly reminding
me of mistakes I've made.
Your name is carved into my arm,
I loved you, where were you?
You knew the horrific, mental pain
that I was going through.
As the blood flowed out,
So my pain eased, it got me through the day.
And I escaped from life outside,
In my painless, painful way.
As I cut deep, the river flows,
And with it flow my tears.
The colour red a cry for help,
A cry that no-one hears.
So as my blood escapes my corpse,
I live without a life.
My only solice comes in the form
of a blood-stained, worn out knife.
What did you think?
Comments
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wow! i love this poem its really good. i feel like this quite a bit :/ i hope everything gets better for you hun
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omg this is so good i love it nice work i can feel the hate
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