XxCutxX

by im in P i E C E s   Mar 7, 2006


Drag a razor along my wrist,
Cut the skin that was left unsnipped.
Feel the fire that burns within,
Create another deadly sin.

Darkness and chaos pulling me through,
My happiness died down, as my suffering grew.
With new pain and obstacles left to await,
Build up until I've lost all faith.

No more smiles, and no more laughter,
It's only me and my blood-stained dagger.
A broken heart and broken soul,
Leads me farther away from reaching my goal.

I sit alone in the corner so dark,
While my razor leaves a whole new mark.
I'll carve thousands of memories into my wrist,
Being taken closer to the day I cease to exist.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Poetess Lana

    I loved this. It reminds me a lot of how i write and most of my friends (who are cutters). anyway, great poem.

    my favorite part was:
    "I'll carve thousands of memories into my wrist,
    Being taken closer to the day I cease to exist."

    ^^ awesome lines.
    5/5

    -Allanah

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