Let Go

by Emm   Oct 5, 2006


My love is my blood,
Dripping from my wrists,
The pain and the suffering,
Released through small slits.
Everything I breathe,
The good and the bad,
A blade for a friend,
The only one I have.
As I slice away,
At the anger inside,
Nothing is safe,
No one can hide.
To be able to control,
On thing in my life,
By one simple slash,
With a razor or knife.
No one will know,
No one can see,
No one will trust,
What this means to me.
To Let Go.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kairi

    As I've said before the darker it is the more I love it. But if I ever see ur wrists with so much as a scratch you're in big trouble!

  • 17 years ago

    by Emm

    Thank you so very much....Just a note to anyone readng this poem or one like it...if a poet writes a poem, don't nessacarily assume it's about that person's life, Ok? I'm good at putting myself into different situations and writing about them. That's just me. And, no offense, but I'd rather not have anyone ask. Thanks again for the comment Kristina.

  • 17 years ago

    by Kristina

    Awww this is very sad poem,
    but you did a wonderful job writing it.
    i really like this a lot.
    and i can relate to it too.
    keep writing. you're really good! 5/5
    ~Kristina

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