There is sadness mixed with the darkness., maybe because of depression or something else.
I love your style of writing
Really great poem:)

I love the idea of distortion- like losing contact of reality- links in very well with the theme. "Memories dripping from the tips of my fingers"- I like the imagery and feeling. Very good poem :)

I knew that if you'd choose any it would be this one...and you did the title good...this poem, Natasha, is just pure sadness and dark thoughts that mesh together, how the bad days and the good times harbour something in between them. And also, the idea that the darkness of depression can end with the light at the end of the line, whether hope or death

Just awesome x

Loved the darkness tone with sad feelings
Dripping with every word .

Pure Natasha :)

The release of pain caused by darkness created light... maybe sort of like the light at the end of the tunnel reference.

It's sad but the ending gives it a sense of hope, finding comfort that maybe happiness will reside on the other side.

Lovely write!

Holy shiznits. I can't believe I haven't read this until now. I always read, but somehow missed this one? Good lord. This sent chills up my spine.

"I don't recognise this clown...
its water colour image is distorted,
beyond recognition."

That was a very creative way of talking about not being able to see who you are, what you look like. As if the mirror is distorted by your blindness to yourself. Geez, this is a disturbing write. Very sad and personal to myself, for sure.

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Nicely penned, lovely.

"Follow the light to a lacerated dream."

Well-written! There is so much emotion in this poem-it makes me think of a watercolour picture that is dripping and distorted, the same way you describe seeing yourself in the mirror. Beautiful way to have the image you create mirror the words you use.

Oh how I have missed reading your poetry (:

This poem really jumped out at me and forced me to think more into things. I've never really understood why people cut, but this actually clarifies it quite well in my mind.

The knife is simply a way to elicit repressed feelings and that the pain you feel here is easier than the pain that could be caused by other people if you were to express your feelings.

The poem (to me) gives the idea that cutting is releasing the darkness within you. That this person you have become is so unrecognizable that going into a state that is familiar brings comfort, even if that's a state of pain. That it brings a somewhat euphoric feeling to feel the blood drip from your skin as memories fade.

It's an incredibly intense poem that, even though I've never actually cut, I can still relate to it very deeply. As it feels like there are other connections in here. Well, that's what I got out of it at least. It's intense and well written. (:

Oh and in the beginning of the second stanza,
"Stainless steal" is an entirely clever wordplay, whether or not it was on purpose.

Good job very dark love it