Bloody Hands

by deeplydesturbed   Sep 24, 2006


Last night I dreamed of bloody hands,
there were bloody hands everywhere,
they were red,
they were dark,
they were scary,
they were dripping,
they were moving and squirming,
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the roof,
they were on the floor,
they were moving,
they were alive,
there were bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody hands,
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were bloody marks all over me.

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  • 8 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    I think whomever rated this piece probably didn't know what this poem is really about. I guess growing up a cutter, you recognize a poem about it when you read it. This is definitely one.

    It is a struggle to recover from such an addiction, and I know slipping occurs from time to time but I'm proud that you have moved on from this part of your life.

    As for the poem, it is a very vivid description of the emotions, nightmares, and the reality of waking up to what you did to yourself the previous evening. Something some people never experience, perhaps.

    I honestly loved it.

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    • 8 years ago

      by deeplydesturbed

      Thank you S. Im glad you enjoyed. And understood. And i do still slip up now and then

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Wo that is frecky. i would hate to have had a dream like that. this poem is very good. I liked it. Please don't change it. It is good the way it is.

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