Scissors, knives, razors, and blades
Could not keep the pain away
Scars ran up and down her arm
But still she would not stop self harm
Angry red slashes
Mixed with fresh, hot tears
A temporary fix
To her stream of concious fears
'Someday, ' she hoped, 'The blood will dry.
'A day will come, without reason to cry.'
The hope soon fades, she knows she's wrong
She can't keep thinking that she's that strong
She wants the courage
To stand and shout
'This knife has trapped me!
'Help me out! '
But she knows she won't stop anytime soon
The relief's too great, the pain too new
She has a date
Every other night
It's not what you'd think
It was a date with a knife
On this particular night
The hour was much too late
She endured an awful fight
Her mind blurred with so much hate
To this day
No one can comprehend
What drove her to
This tragic end
But that one night
When the blade made its bite
It glided too far
Wide, deep, and scarred
Her blood ran red
Dripped off her finger
Pooled on her bed
But nothing mattered
She was already dead
She starts to feel dizzy
Her eyes start to close
Panic sets in
She sat there, she froze
This habbit of hers
A way to help her fight
Her date with her knife
Ended her life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem