Cutting
You didn’t say goodbye
Just left me alone
With only the memories of you
As I lay tangled in agony on the floor
A battle rages within my self
The only thing you left
I hold within my hand
Will it become my enemy or my friend?
The past floods in
My dreams wrenched from me
Nightmares to fill the void
Lose of reason consume me
Closing my eyes
Letting the tears flow freely
The pain is clear
Letting your knife slice threw me
Watching the molten crimson liquid
Flow down my arm
Cooling as it touches my skin
Releasing the emotions within.
Notes: I usually don't note my work. I want the readers to take it for face value. Still I know some of my close friends will read this and become concerned. I wrote this after talking with a young girl who cuts. Her pain saddened me and I was able to channel her emotions. She had just broken up with her girlfriend, and was looking for someone to talk too. I don't believe in cutting, but I can understand the emotions that bring someone to find a release.
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My Beautiful Demons
PoetryRandom poetry. There is no rhyme or sequence to this poetry... just how I felt at the moment I put the words to paper.
