Description: i want good and bad feedback.......i dont really care.....i did this poem after i broke up wit my bf for 4 months cuz he started getting rough with me......im crying while writing this
my blood -------------------------------------------
i feel the blade touch my skin
who knows where its been
i dont seem to care
people cant stop me
they dont even dare
i feel the blade go deep
beneath my nerves
making my skin creep
i feel the blood drip down
down to the floor
my body screams
they float away
all my dreams
my brain tells me to let it drop
and my heart tells me to stop
i look away
from the puddle of blood
that starts to dry
i just cry
my mind slowly gives in
into the pressure around me
of all the sin
that i have done
i finish the job
biting my lip
just letting it slip
down my arm
my slowly close my eyes
and letting out sighs
i fall to the floor
my body feels sore
my breathing gets slower
my mind fades
more and more
Cutting poem... there are a lot of these writtings around and I seriously dont take the time to read them very often beacuse I dont believe in cutting. Its very depressing and descriptive about things that happened while cutting if it was a true experience or not... thank you and keep writting
there are a lot of cutting poems in this place and this one seemed to have much different views and ideas about cutting. It brought to attention different phrases i haven't heard which was very refreshing in a depressing way. ~cecilia
Submission Name: my blood
