power i feel wile holding this knife,
means i have control of something.
pain i felt from that cut so deep,
means for a moment i wasnt numb.
blood i feel seeping from this cut,
means for a moment i felt release.
scars that i try to keep so hidden,
means inside im still so broken.
something truely beautiful. and something i can personally relate too but as what cosmic dreamer says i agree love is what im searching for and i find lil hints to it but the love that i find does mend my heart for some time but once it leaves i find myself to my last resort ~Bella
Hello 'SG'! ! This poem seem so dark, yet beautiful. Reminds me of Edgar Alan Poe's poems. Very nicely done. I do hope you're okay(hint, hint) ...lol...Thanks again for sharing!
A very very powerful poem, real emotion that very few people ever feel. A great write.
Sorry, your poem is not art, or original, or apt to bring sympathy or empathy. All I can say is Don't cut yourself. It is a stupid attention seeking behavior. Face your problems and seek guidance from someone who has some common sense.
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow that was very good i loved it a lot keep writing i loved it a lot
Once again your bravery is awesome. On top of what you described here, so well, I can imagine a certain kind of rush comes with the cut also. I can see how it is addictive. I have battled addiction for the most part of my life, they are engines driven by pistons of anger, or pain, insecurity, abandonment issues, rejection or low self esteem, etc.... If you can find what is the piston that drives your engine you can begin to deal with it in healthy ways. I hope you will find the answer to the question of what is the piston in your engine soon before it's too late. One of these days you might cut yourself to death, or die from infection, could loose a part of your body. My mother had a cut in the hospital that became infected with a flesh eating disease that caused her right arm to be completely cut off. She found it hard to find the will to live after that.
This poem was an eye-opener and firmly grasped the pain you told this story with...short but packed full of meaning with every line, I liked it a lot!
I must agree with others...you are a very talented writer....you are able to take a few words and make the say a million things......I see your heart....I know your pain..you are not alone...the scars heal, but never completely...and love, can we really trust love, when it was one we loved, who loved us that brought the monster inside to life. I want to think so, I hold onto the idea that faery tales to come true...and my soul mate is there, somewhere, if not in this life, then in the next...hugs, Sister of My Soul.....hugs..n..blessings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The good thing about being broken... Is that you can be mended... Engulfed in loves embrace all wounds vanish from sight... Another excellent poem from an excellent poet...