The blood drips form the knife
Finally I am I ease
Mental pain erased by the physical
So much more relaexed
As I think about my problem
I make yet another cut
The scars are a reminder
That my nightmares
Are in fact my realities
My body trembling
I care to the open wounds
Overwhelmed by the pain
I become lost in it
I welcome the feeling
I feel safe almost at peace
I know the feeling won't last for long
So I let myself drift away
Into a sleep
Never knowing if I'll wake up again.
Great poem! you have a really good writing style. Love it =) Esppecially this part: I care to the open wounds.!* Rate and comment on some of my poems. Take care
