Free

by bleedingsoul   Dec 23, 2004


The sharp, cold blade
pierces my skin.
My blood slowly runs out.
All of my stress, emotions,
and mental problems
leave with the blood.
I am free.
Nothing bothers me.
The blood stops and
everything comes back.
The blade pierces my skin
again, letting everything
leave my system.
Nothing can get to me.
Only five seconds and
I’m free.
Friends worry, but I
don’t.
Nothing can stop me.
An unreal world that
no one understands.
Physical pain lets me
forget my emotional
pain.
Only once or twice a day
and my problems from
that day are gone.
Let me be free and
alive.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Already Beautiful

    HEY! gorgeous poem.. i loved the issues you used in it, really close to me... perfect rhyming too..

  • 19 years ago

    by Aysha

    great poem.. i agree with kevin.. ur not only hurting ur self ur also hurting people that care.. hope u stop this cutting.. it really freaks me out and i cant imagine how ppl do this to themselves.. anyway keep up the good work!

  • 19 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Wonderfully written.
    -A

  • 19 years ago

    by kevin

    free is a great poem and if you feel like you want to hurt yourself your not just hurting yourself your hurting the people that care!!! and if you do hurt yourslf think of the others that love you and try and hurt yourself then!!! i know i love your poetry!!! and if you ever want to talk just e mail me and we can talk im the same age as you and im going through tough times too!!!

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