Sick (Drop by Drop)

by Misfit Silentts   Oct 19, 2011


The blood
seeps out of my wrist
and I feel so good.
The pain,
throbbing throughout my body,
makes me smile.
It's sick.
I know.
I'm sick.
Or so they say.
Yet I can't stop it.
As the liquid falls to the ground
I feel okay.
Maybe there's hope.
Or not.
But who cares?
Not me.
At least not at the moment,
as I listen to the silence
and watch the blood
fall
drop
by drop.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    I feel you covered the topic of self-harm really well. Many poets on this site (myself included) have tried to write about self-harm and the pain it brings yet so few of us can actually capture what it feels like to be so ill. I feel you did a good job with this. All I can say is I hope this poem is fiction and if it isn't I hope one day you can give up cutting

    5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by No1ButMe

    I very much get this. I don't think you're sick, not at all. I'm a cutter as well, and I love blood and yes people have told me I'm sick. My view is I'm me and some day I will find someone who loves me for me even if I do love blood and you will too. Writing is always a good coping skill and you have some talent. So next time you watch that blood drop by drop don't think you're sick, just different and that's okay. The world needs more different people. And I totally loved your poem. :) 5/5