Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Confession - Poem by Ruth warren

Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin

The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I

Comments about Confession by Ruth warren

  • (4/1/2006 8:37:00 AM)

    We are so complex.Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that actually we are all really
    beautiful perhaps we just need a different kind of mirror.
    Strong write, much sadness, .Love Duncan
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  • Ray Lucero (3/25/2006 1:05:00 PM)


    I'd rather see you obtain catharsis from writing than harming yourself.
    Keep writing and writing and writing some more until no words remain
    inside of you.

    Peace and Love,

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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