Crimson Tears

by ♥-Sharon Ardern-♥   Mar 6, 2005


A cut. One simple slice.
The blood, the relief.
A single line, so precise.

It trickles down my thigh.
It’s the only way my body
Can truly cry.

I watch it turn from white
Then flood with red
Every single night.

The blood is every tear
That I can not shed
Proof my emotions are still here.

I don’t wipe it away:
For I love the feel of it
And I want it to stay.

And when the sharp pain
Eases and leaves, I cut
And I cut over and over again.

Because I have not cried
This blood is my tears
Proof to my numb mind, I have not died.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005

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  • 20 years ago

    by Marta

    that was expressed so amazingly good, i'm blown away, just wow. literally speechless, take care of yourself ok? love ya tons. x x x

  • 20 years ago

    by ?

    I really liked the format, I can really understand the words, I hope you feel better soon, keep it up xxx

  • 20 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    great write...sad..i hope you're okay :( i love you much girl xxxxx <33

    -Mortalidaga
    xxTakeCarexx

  • 20 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    brings back memories of the wrist :*( i wish you didnt have to fall victim to the blade but i know i cant take it away from you...great poem loved the lines

    The blood is every tear
    That I can not shed

    because I know how its so true...5

    with love,
    Heather.

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