Cutting

by Katrina Boblina   Jul 8, 2005


I don't care what you say,
It's more addicting than any drugs
Theres no use to pray
To a god, no better than Lucifer himself.

The blade to my skin
Opening and revealing my sorrow
The metal begins to sink in.
As I cut away my thoughts.

Us cutters,
We are powerful
We are immortal fighters
And should walk fearlessly.

It's tearing me apart, be warned
Razor blade, it's been to long
A crack in my heart has formed
only you can mend.

You see I cannot be forsaking
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you, souls taken
Must we hide from everyone?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jamie

    Once again formats kinda weird but hey at least your trying different things im boring and usually stick to one form so great job once again i think your a genius your ideas are amazing great poem keep this up its great i love reading your stuff

  • 18 years ago

    by Marie

    I'm not sure what to say... It is a good write but i think it could use more..maybe more visual or longer i'm not for sure but it seems to need more!!!

    Marie

  • 18 years ago

    by Wintersolstice

    *Shivers* eerie fealing amongst the sorrow. Is the last line maybe supposed to have a ? mark.

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