Searching.
Frantic.
Crying.
I can't find my razor.
So I find a piece of glass.
I break it.
I drag it as hard as I can
into my arm.
The blood is so beautiful.
I feel a release.
My searching is done.
I'm calm.
No more tears.
I'm happy once again.
Author notes
I've been cutting since I was 12 or 13.
I stopped for over a year and recently started again.
What did you think
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Very, very good yet dark
I find this a strong delve into your soul, who you are, what you are...
I have been cutting since 13, a girl at school first made me think about it, I haven't looked back.
I would like to thank you for this poem, it has made me think and I enjoy a bit of darkness on the side.
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This is very strong and vivid. You have the heart of a poet. Your notes made me sad.
Love,
Amera
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Thanks you very much.
Rachel<3
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