Description: anything really.can you relate?what are your openions...
i wanna take a razor
take a razor to my wrist
watch the blood excape through my vains
drain down my wrist
as my pain grows stronger i dig the blade deeper and harder into my arm.
all my thoughts are slowely dissapearing and the pain is getting worse.as i take the blade to my arm i think maybe this time i will succeed and kill myself.maybe this time all my fears and all my pain will dissapear and maybe this time ...i will too.
I have read many of these types of poems. In some cases, its a way of asking for help, in others it's a way of just venting. I hope this was just venting. Life is to short as it is. I know. I'm bipolar 11, too. I know the downs and they are way down there. If you need someone to talk to, drop me a line.
I agree with Bill...this is the utter epitome of cutter poetry which is really overused. And believe it or not, life never sucks as bad as you think it does. I would know. you just need to know too. Got hopes for ya kid. Pull thru, best of luck, keep writing.
I think that big bill needs to REALIZE how to spell. I like this poem. It reminds me of several of my own. (Bleed, Seeping Scarlet, Puncture, ect.) I think only another cutter can know how it feels to have the obsession and powerful need to cut. Anyways, good job. LeAnna
Lmao, this is like the epitome of cutter poetry I think you need to look around and realise that life is not so bad, in fact, life is awesome Even if you have to run to the forest or climb a mountain to see that, you should. I've felt several times in the past like dieing myself , but then, who would write all of these wacky poems? Cheer Up. Big Bill