My Knife

by The Flame Within   Apr 5, 2005


I hold in my hand a pencil hoping that it was a knife

but when i use it correctly it will suffice

i press it against the paper and write

my words are my blood as they drip from this knife

the paper is my wrist and it has been cut so many times

i cut my wrist with my knife on every line

my knife pierces my wrist as the blood flows

my knife fills my wrist with blood and begins to overflow

this may seem to end my life but it is what keeps me sane

but by using my yellow knife and cutting my white lined wrist and letting my brown blood flow, is what \"helps\" my pain

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  • 19 years ago

    by broken angel

    Wow...can I just say that I love you and everything about this poem. OMG! I used to be a cutter, I mean bad, and then I started writing poetry instead of actually doing it. this is me perfectly, I just...wow...am totally blown away. You are AMAZING, PERFECT, OUTSTANDING. Words can't describe!

    100/5 if I could give it to you.
    Luv always, KT
    P.S. please read "Help Her" or "My Suicide Note" if yah get the chance. Thanx!

  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    Isn't that the truth? Explains a lot of the way i feel ..... Nice work!

    Love Always
    Heather

  • 19 years ago

    by rachel harris

    I liked your poem because it can relate to many of my friends

  • 19 years ago

    by Fighter (Ariane L.)

    amazing!!!! *5*

  • 19 years ago

    by Eden

    Excellent poem! I love your style. Maybe if you have time, check out my poems and see what you think. I love to read comments so that I can see how I can get better with my writing skills. Well, I'm gonna read more of your poems...5 for you!

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