Crimson Wrists from a tortured soul :'(

by Just Lucy   Apr 28, 2005


Crimson wrists from a tortured soul
hatred flames from a broken heart
anger furies from a lonely life
despair swallowing me, in one quick go

holding my razor
I dig it in deep
Let the blood bead out
And dribble in the sink
Now with crimson arms
I can finally go to sleep

Another day lived
Many more to come
Wishing that I wasn’t me
My just isn’t f ucking fun

Hoping for a day
Where these wounds will heal
Hoping for a day
When I can forget this huge ordeal
Hoping for a day
That my life will be no longer
Hoping for a day
Where I can rest in peace forever

Dying on the inside
Creeping to the outside
Wishing for a better day
Hoping soon, to be dead

Raped at 14
Dying at 15
And with a little bit of hope
I’ll be dead at 16

© Lucy Green

# Thank you so much for reading my poem, it means heaps to me #

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  • 19 years ago

    by Just Lucy

    thanks nick, you have no idea how much that really means to me, you are truly a beautiful person and i love you for it

    Lucy

  • 19 years ago

    by The Flame Within

    please dont cut. i wish that you could only feel my pain when you do. be strong, please be strong. i have faith in you. i believe you can go on without cutting. please. stop!. i hope that you are aite. Much Luv

    Nick

    p.s i think you wrote the poem wonderfully

  • 19 years ago

    by elizabeth

    This is great..i can really sense the intense emotion expressed. I think this may be one of my favorite of your poems.

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