Only One

by President Dead   May 22, 2006


I sit in my room,
Cold steel in my hand,
I say "just one",
Much less than i can stand.

With one swift movement,
Then another, and one more,
The blood starts seeping,
As if i just opened a door.

Again and again,
I can't stop the blade,
Sweet red flows,
Through gaps i have made.

I said just one,
But didn't stop there,
I think that's the reason,
That they stop and stare.

I know this is wrong,
Twisted and weird,
But I'm addicted to the steel,
That which i once feared.

Pain, blood and scar,
That's the real of it,
But my addiction has set,
My fate has been lit.

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  • 18 years ago

    by ashley

    I understand the power it is to control your own pain. But remember poetry can also be an outlet.

  • 18 years ago

    by BeeBeeGun

    The poem is sad...but is written really well...keep up ur gr8 writing
    tlk to me sometime :P
    top job

  • 18 years ago

    by RetroRavey

    It hit home hard...just thinking about the way people look at me... wonderful poem from an excellent writer.

    RLS

  • 18 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    This poem is sad, and self-harm is one thing i know too well, being a survivor. This poem was good but it was like most other poems.
    x

  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Do u still do that? juts asking, don't take offence. It's a well written poem by the way. very kool.
    -Suz

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