by brett Feb 16, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
I guide the blade down my arm, feeling the tingle from the sharpness,while i watch it enter my skin,as i see the blood trail down my arm and drip off my fingertips to the ground,as i'm making more cuts,just for that matter of seconds of pain i feel like i'm alive,second later theres no pain and i feel lifeless again,so i pick up the blade and guide it back down my arm,making each cut deeper and deeper, to make the emptiness go away, but when the pain from the blade goes away, the emptiness always comes back to me to stay, |
by Sammi
Thank you for the comment, it means alot.. you are a very good writer. In too many ways I can relate to this poem... Thank you. |