Agony, slowly burning inside me
Oozing through my veins, looking for a release
One slash, then another, swiftly it bleeds out
For a few moments pain cures my inner turmoil
I dig deeper and deeper; scratches do nothing for me
My arms throb, but I enjoy every minute
It is my only escape from this wretched body
My blood flows out, if I continue there will be none left
And when that happens, like rain I will fall from the sky
But you are the only one to shed any tears, for me
I certainly cannot, as unlike rain my tears are dry
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Hmm.. I used to cut. I remember how I used to love seeing the blood flow from my body. Crazy as it is... I did. Now that I've stopped... it's a scary thing. I never want to go back. I remember as time when on, the cuts got bigger... deeper... and I only thanked my friend for 'saving' me. This was a good write.
Oh, i feel stung. A knife........... this is a killer poem. LOL. This poem is very emotional, I really like it, I actually felt as if a knife cut me when I read this. Write on!
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