the blade
against my skin
because i think I've committed
a sin
Maybe i have
I smile as i push down
feeling the blood running
down my arm
If any1 walked in and saw
they'd go into alarm
because of my arm
not understanding why
I cut
because life sucks
Sometimes wishing i could die
and i sit there and cry
wondering why! ! ! !
this is how i release anger
just a piece of what i do
the rest you dont need to know
so just go
walk out that door
like you did before
I'll just cut some more
till my arms are so sore
and I'm finally bored
Ummm... its an okay poem I guess. what a way to let out your feelings, but I hope it doesn't continue
i use to think the red drops was my healing tears letting the pain out, that's why i started writing poem. well wrote poem thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A contrasting poem, for it has a cowardly contrast to the poet's name! And...also goes on to show the pathetic state of mind in which depression takes one. I can only say that if you are here, writing poems, and sharing them with us, than you are a very courageous, beautiful and gifted human. You have a lot to do for your country; till your blood lasts, that is, and not lost, like this.