I cut to subside the pain
I cut to hide the shame
The blood that drips warm & wet
The blood that helps me forget
The hurt that runs so deep
Each spurt that runs & seeps
The scars on my skin remind me
The scars on my heart you can't see
Searing, white heat soothed by cold steel
Releases the torment I refuse to feel.
Death by a thousand papercuts... and your heart bleeds forevermore. You cut your heart so far and so deep in this poem that I think it nneds to be stitched right back up again, hope you've found that guy with the needle and thread to hold your heart together instead! Emotional write and I glad you have overcome the selfharm urges, life can be cruel to the beautiful of creatures. Keep your pen flowing Lisa. :)
hmmm...cutters.....word sounds so powerful... yet it’s steeped in despondence and helpless dejection. I don’t have the heart or strength to make light of this. My heart goes out to those who suffer; yet sanity must prevail, we cannot condone it and society has to get its act together. Your poem flows fluid red and sanguineous like carmine rage. Liked yer lines...12 and counting....... blessings
Wow, deep emotions bleed out here... in your words, much is to be revealed. (see Silent Screams in my collection.) Will have to read more of you. Great Ink Lisa! -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem it touched apart of me I had forgotten, the emotion is so outspoken and raw but also tamed with your beautiful words. your poem describes a feeling known to me and im sure others. talented writer, im loving your other poems too! =) more please!