Jaycee Wilkerson

Rookie (October 31,1985 / Philadelphia Pa.)

Killer Thoughts - Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

The knife is my pain
And it hurts
Cuting into my veins
My blood is bright red
And it definitely left stains

Now Im empty
Becasue
No blood remains

My wounds will
Turn to scabs
And the scabs
Will heal to scars
How can my heart beat
Without any blood

How can my thoughts leak
If Im lost for words
Poems stole
So stories are un told
In this world I will never
Know my true role

The penertrating steel
Definitely affecting my will
To live and to feel

Submiting to the pain
And focusing on
The blood stained

This is real
And none of it is planned
Patients an true will
Because I should have been
Paniced from all
This blood spilled

Lost of circulation
Affects my thought process
This is serious
Is this knife massacare
Physical
Or attacking
My thoughts

Is this pain
Cutting mentally?
Is my blood the problem
Are the scars and scabs
Good and evil looking to be solven
If so what is this pain
And why is the blood stained

If i had one guess
I would call this massacare
A painfull memory
And this poetry has to be
The remedy
So next time i write a poem like this
You know something in my thoughts
Is really killing me

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 16, 2010



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