Cut. Bleed. Burn. Faint.

by SilverSorceress316   Apr 19, 2005


Cut.
Scissors, knife,
A razorblade, glass,
Savor the feeling,
Learn to make the pain last.
Sometimes I no longer
Feel the pain,
Makes me want
To cut again.

Bleed.
Crimson drops,
Crimson streams,
A crimson river,
Blood-drenched dreams.
My pain leaves me,
I do not cry,
So much blood I've bled,
I should just die.

Burn.
A match, a candle,
A lighter, flame,
Things go wrong,
I take the blame.
Burn the wounds shut,
Bandage them tight,
It's because I cut,
That I'm leaving here tonight.

Faint.
Dizzy and unstable,
I doubt that I am able,
To live this life,
With all this strife.
Bleeding again,
It consumes my soul,
I give up now,
I leave you all.

Goodbye, my friends,
I'm leaving now,
Could I have lived?
If so, I don't know how.
One friend left,
In the same way,
Then one more,
And now me today.

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  • 19 years ago

    by VampyraKi†

    I really like this poem man its sad but very well done

  • 19 years ago

    by Brookeღ

    I can understand your feelings when reading your poems. Not being a cutter I can imagine it when I am reading. You paint a perfect picture. Take Care! Brooke

  • 19 years ago

    by Rachel E F Allen

    A good start to this piece

    My suggestions are:

    Bleed. (good imagery straight away grabs)
    Crimson drops, (again strong)
    Crimson streams, (possibly Scarlet streams)
    A crimson river, (Ruby river)

    I think the use of crimson three times takes away from effect of what reader should be thinking about - using different words for colour would help to give sense of depth. A good start and will read more. Love Rach xx

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