My eyes burn
A tear falls down my cheek
I rummage through my drawers
A knife is what I seek
I find the knife I seek for
I bring it to my wrist
I slide the blade against my skin
The feeling that I've missed
The tears, they flood my eyes
As my arm begins to bleed
I try to clean up the mess I've made
I have finished my evil deed
I face the world again today
with all the pain that I feel
I cover up my scars again
but my heart will never heal
Author notes
I wrote one version of this poem and then, with the help of Aaron Keeton, i revised it to give it more feeling.
What did you think
Comments
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this is an amazing poem!
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