jess jayne


The Knife


The pain stops as the knife cuts
the scars stay as the knife leaves
no blood comes out but the cut remains

The scars start to fade
so the knife cuts again
still no blood comes to life
so at least I can live again

The cuts read my name
so there is less pain
the scars help heel the pain
so I can feel better again

The knife cuts again, so another scar remains
but this time blood apears
maybe i won't live again

The blood stops and the scars appear
The scars stay for longer this time
but in time they will fade

The knife cuts again
but no blood comes to life
so at least I can live again

Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010
Edited: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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  • Kirsty Richards (5/6/2010 4:55:00 PM)

    The first lines describes something which nobody around me could understand. You have a clever way of describing emotion. Keep writing xxx (Report) Reply

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