Crimson Paper

This is a very good poem it has a deep sadness to it but it is a good piece of work i hope you feel better and that your pain stops

well done again

"This blank paper stares at me with strangling lines."
`Wow, I love this! You dont even think for a second about a paper staring at you.. lovely line.. I adored this.. uniqueness spilled from your words.

"I feel as though I am suffocating, unable to breath."
`I love how the first line sort of connected with the second one. Those strangling lines and then how you feel as though you are suffocating I thought strangling and suffocating connected very nicely. I would have never thought of something like that, so I give you props. `Lastly . . . Breath should be breathe.

"It could almost be a mirror image of my very heart,"
`Okay wooow. Your comparison about the blank paper and how it could be the mirror image of your heart.. loved it! Your heart is empty apperently.. what a great.. metaphor, right?

"The lines could even be the scars you have left behind."
`This is very very sad. But, wow your first stanza impressed me very much. I just couldnt believe how great you started.. with the blank piece of paper, youve expanded on it very nicely..

"A sudden tear spatters onto the page,
Creating a water mark that cannot be erased,"
`Soo simply written, but what a great image.. how vivid.. I know what it looks like when a droplet of waters splashes onto a blank piece of paper.. it cant be erased.. it just dries up and the paper becomes all bumpy..

"But it does not matter to me anymore,
Tear stained paper has become the least of my worries."
`Wow I love the transition of the mood.. in the beginning youre sad and now youre like.. I dont even care anymore.. this isnt even that big of a worry [the tear-stained paper]..it`s like youre so used to it, that it doesnt matter anymore.. well done my dear.. I really love this poem.. its very poetic this time around.. I love it.

"It is the scars on my wrist that truly frighten me,"
`You couldnt have transitioned from your second stanza to the third any better.. that tear-stained paper was not a worry to you, but now youre starting to tell what truly are your worries.. your fears.. this line was short yet full of a ton of sadness.. I really truly hope this isnt true.. the scars on your wrists... I hope it was just inserted to fit with the mood...

"Matching scar for scar within my heart,
Helping me forget the pain this emptiness brings,
With the pain of the silver blade dragging across my skin."
`:/ This is sooo deeply sad. I can see how its connecting with the title now however...

"When the blood beings to flow I remember I am still alive
A simple reminder of how life flows through my veins.
Then it spills out from my wrist onto the white paper.
It almost makes the tear seem invisible."
`Well done. Again, this is very deep and sad... but you couldnt have done this any better. Your blank paper has suddenly turn crimson and that tear has not vanished.. for it still remains on the paper.

"But no one will ever know the pain I feel inside.
They will never understand the hollowness my heart beats into.
I gave it all away on those stupid summer days,
And am the only one to blame for all the endless pain."
`I would never say youre the one to blame at all.. never place the blame on yourself.. its just how life is.. sometimes unfortunate things happen, but you learn to move on.. youll be okay .. I'm always here for you if you need me.

Well done.
Sad write yet very poetic.

5/5.