Description: I never thought I'd write a cutting poem, but here it is. I'm not sure if I'm keeping it on here long.
3 am -------------------------------------------
This little thing is not
Meant for pain but here I am
Cracking open for the sharpened
Prize in the plastic center
I'm breaking my vow but
My fingers move on their own
I'm sleeping beauty
Trapped in a self-inflicted tower
There is no Prince Charming
There is nothing but the cup of
Release
Feeling pain is better than feeling nothing
Or until it runs from my body
One year down the drain
I really appreciated this piece. Earlier I commented less favorably on another poem about cutting But seeing as how I am sort of reformed in the area of self-mutilation (it used to be a part of my depression), I didn't find this ridiculous or juvenile. I thought it was very beautiful and you wrote about it like you understand. Your words were beautiful, indeed. melancholymaid
This is a pretty good poem about cutting. I really dont understand the idea of cutting but so many people seem to do this stuff to themselves all the time. You did a nice job writing this one. It doesnt sound angsty or anything juvenille but more of an expression of what and why. I still remain in the dark as far as the benefit of harming ones self but as far as this poem goes, you did a good job. take care.
Nice! It seems like pain is most certainly at the root of your inability to sleep. It's like you rake yourself through the mud mentally, when you know you won't like the results. The imagery you used showed that this process of beating oneself up is like chasing after a cheap prize. Sleeping beauty, good one, you are not awake emotionally and drift through life as if in a dream. There is no guy to save you, or awaken you. The last stanza tells me you open yourself up for the pain just for the sake to feel something. You realize feeling nothing is kin to death itself. You want to feel it and releas it and let it go, and since it took a year to fill that spot with pain, you are saying it will take that long to release it. Nice touch. This was some awesome imagery and the flow was very good. I like the way you worte this without seeming like you were whining or being a drama queen. This is a fav.
You didn't hink you'd write a 3am poem or you didn't hink you'd ever be put in this position? Considering it is a three am poem, I shall not comment on it further untill you revise.
Submission Name: 3 am
