Just Another Cut

by cassie hughes   Jul 10, 2014


Just Another Cut

Glinting in the moonlight I watch the blade, transfixed
by its fluid motion.
Slicing easily through pallid flesh it draws a scarlet line
as it flows, like pencil across paper,
then stops for eager eyes to drink in the ruby droplets as they
start to well.
Heartbeat quickens as the sting of hurt finally penetrates
a mind numbed through neglect.
I feel.
And for a moment know I am alive, although it may be
just a fleeting glimpse,
before returning to the place that I have built inside to try to
keep me safe and
far away from those demands upon my weary heart that seem
unending in their need.
The droplets start to thicken and congeal along with all my
hopes and dreams
and as I watch, I flick the switch inside again and all emotions
fade away once more.
A thin red line is all there is to show the outside world if any
care to see.
But wrapped up in their own demands and egos no one takes
the time to look
or wonder why my eyes no longer shine, reflecting all the darkness
of my wounded soul.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Lune de ma vie

    Strong.. Vivid.. Expressing in a most powerful way. Truly this was a heart wrenching poem as I was able to feel you throughout it and the pain an suffering you have had to go through. You did a fantastic job in portraying and expressing a hard subject and situation.. Left me lingering in thought and gave me chills with each stanza I read as the end truly captured a sense of what many don't ever realize. 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I know many people struggle to write a comment or even read poetry relating to self harm, however, I have been there and know what it is like to go through.

    I think your wording in this poem is not cliche as these poems can be, I think you added in so much detail and description and even included metaphors and great adjectives. Some imagery was quite vivid, but then self harm is vivid, as is the pain and depression behind it.

    I remember these feelings well, and I like how you ended the poem by teaching out to all of those who refuse to see what is right in front of their eyes.

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