Blades

by Chris   Feb 23, 2005


I'm searching for answers
ones that don't exist
Why do I take my anger out
by slitting my wrist

Just a little bit upset
or if I start to feel sad
I make it bleed
and hurt so bad

This is starting to scare me
I need someone to talk to
Sometimes I get the best of me
when I don't know what to do

These thoughts and feelings
are sometimes too much
So I make them go away
by playing with blades and such

If only I could stop
maybe things would be better
But when I look in the mirror
all I see is a cutter.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dead Is The New Alive

    I loved your poem and i am sure that your much more than a cutter because everyone is more than what they appear to be again i loved your poem
    carly

  • 17 years ago

    by Skyfire

    "Sometimes I get the best of me
    when I don't know what to do.."

    I really loved these two lines. I do understand what you've been through or are still going through, believe me. Sometimes i get the best of me too. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Ashley Q

    Hey i like this poem it is really good

  • 17 years ago

    by Woe

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    :D you should read some of my poems
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  • 18 years ago

    by jess

    Heya. this poem is soo brill. keep up the great work and hope your ok. if you ever need to talk message me!!
    p.s check out some of my poems if you get the chance you might like them. xxxxxxxxxxxx keep strong

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