pain of my loss..
cuts upon my arm..
shattering screams,
hang by the door.
the rope of no hope,
the death drawing upon my walls.
music of death to my ears.
blood and stains upon my clothes.
i lost my only hope.
im turning towards dope.
i lean towards a black hole.
my life rest upon my bare hands.
this pain in my chest.
grabbing and ripping..
tearing and breaking..
the feel of just laying dead on the floor.
my scars, mistakes, stories of my life..
told upon one arm...
as i slice and cut myself again...
i personally have never dealt with cutting, but alot my friends have or do. my friend that quite said that having me and her boyfriend helped her alot. she said having someone care helped her alot. if you need someone, im here.
This poem is beautiful. It truly brings tears to my eyes. I have been in that dark hole when it seems like you'll never see the light. I have also been in a cutting situation. This poem reflects so perfectly the feelings of hopelessness. Congrats on a job well done. I am praying for you. No one our age should have to deal with this kind of pain. ~Lacey~
this is a very good poem! i read like 4 other poems of ures and it seems you only write about cutting ure wrists in all 4 lol! do you only write about that>? I love poetry miself and Im young too im 14 and I also have written some poems but I berly signed up on february 1st haha! good job on ure skills! ! very good
The pain and loss is felt in the words you have expressed in this write. Scott
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my sister used to cut really bad this is her in a nut shell