Lately

by Bianca   May 6, 2006


I\'ve been having these thoughts-
more like visions-
of ending,
these series of events
this mindrama of heartache
I call a life
It starts off simple,
normal even
I awake on a soaked pillow
from the tears that rocked me to sleep
I walk over to my collection of knives
which i have labled my savior
drop to the floor and begin my morning ritual
Spreadin my legs to reveal my inner thigh i cut
not to deep- i may wake a vein
and the blood it yarns is too much for a wednesday morning
I stare in the mirror and laugh till I cry
then cry until my eyes scream mercy
the hatred i have for myself can make the soul less cry-
which explains my tears

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kevin

    Hey there.

    I'm not sure i can give you much advice in terms of improvement for this piece...it stands solidly on it's own rules....flow, structure and word choice...all present and correct.

    The only think missing, or I should not n present...is metaphor and hidden meaning...at least none that I can clearly see...now given the start emotional nature of the work, this may be intentional...but if not...that is all I could think to add...

    And if this piece is autobiographical...then all the best to you...I've never cut with knives...but i've harmed myself in other ways....took my years to get rid of the need....and it is worth it.

    respects, Kevin.

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