Hiding in the Dark -------------------------------------------
My razor whispered me a poem
and I smiled as i allowed his metal bite
to write lovely words
slowly within my terrible blood
he said my selfishness tasted good
he said my heart was warm and cold
all at the same time
and i laughed because
my pain knew me far more
than i ever would
and i cried because my sadness could find me better
than i ever thought it should
He tore me apart
with more than words
the different colors
violently colliding with blue vein tracks
each collapsing before a steady hand
and i told him that it was enough
i told him that i had found the remedy
but i was his addiction
i meant his survival
and by the time he was done
i was nothing more
than a little girl hiding in the dark.
wow. this is really different, i love how you took a step out of the usual cutter poems & wrote this. it speaks in a different way then most.
'My razor whispered me a poem and I smiled as i allowed his metal bite to write lovely words slowly within my terrible blood he said my selfishness tasted good'
the beginging was well done, it brought me into it with a picture. the veiw that you took is one that isnt expected. though very true. being a cutter once myself, these feelings are so true. but im glad you put in that last part.. my selfishness taste good.. because thats the only we do it. cuz we feel sorry for ourselves.
'but i was his addiction i meant his survival and by the time he was done i was nothing more than a little girl hiding in the dark.'
it takes us over, as any addiction. & here you showed us that. these feelings are so real, you really brought out the truth of what it is. cutting, because we think it will make it all better, atleast for a moment, but in the end, we are just kids hiding in the dark. ~jennifer
I liked this poem. Dark and full of malice. You rhymed sometimes and I started to wonder, was it meant to or accidental. It definetly helped with the flow. I cut a couple times, but I never felt an addiction. I just felt, a little time of peace. Nice to have, in this chaotic, questionable world. But what if you needed more breaks, had a grip on nothing. I guess that could be something. I don't cut any more. The world feels to fake afterwards. Everytime. And thats hurts most of all. Nice profile pic.