Hells Knife

by *~*pureconfusion15*~*   Nov 19, 2005


What makes us cut?
What makes us bleed?
The piercing words of society!

They judge and they rate before they know.
So we slit the wist and watch the blood flow.

Its like a game of watch your pain.
But in real life who do we blame?

The cuts deeper every time.
but you never think you've crossed the line.

Hells knife is deep and thrashes within.
you feel gods touch is meek and you'll never win.
Its life or death in this game of life.
or to cut and feel with hells only knife.

You cant be strong and you cant go on
You think life has no meaning and i cant its gone.

So what do we do when things get dim?
Dont turn to the knife cuz you'll never win.
You think you will trust me you wont
So I'm telling you now hells knife is a dont..

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  • 19 years ago

    by Torn

    I like it hun, really well written. I completely agree with you, but when you're in the state of mind where you're at risk of cutting..it seems these wise words wouldn't change your mind.
    Great job for writing it though, and u have talent i believe!!
    luv anna xoxo

  • 19 years ago

    by xEmmax

    Wow, thats an excellent poem, i can really relate. it was written v.well. 5/5, take care,
    xxemxxx

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