The blood splatters

by LifeThroughMyEyes   Apr 20, 2007

Crimson tears fall, but death never comes.

My pain leaves, but never quick enough.

I feel lost and hopeless, nothing even matters

So I lay on the bed, my blood splatters.

The razor cuts, the blood flows out.

The memories leave through the red rushing spout.

I have no memories, I feel no pain.

All thanks to my friend, the little blade.


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  • 12 years ago

    by Nakoal

    God that was good.Short And POWERFUL!!!good job

  • I know what you're going through.I've just stopped cutting about a year ago but I still find that the simplest things call.Love the poem!Keep it up!

  • 12 years ago

    by lonelynow

    I love this poem, except for i don't find that my blood "splatters" as such.

    Thanks for your eating tips. I'm actually EDNOS. Because of me eating disorder I can't control my eating in any way at all, if I could follow your tips I would, but somedays eating is just not possible.

    Still, when I'm not eating I can lose around 10lb per week.

    Not worth the pain though.

  • 12 years ago

    by CHOKE

    I re-read this poem
    it was great then and it's great now
    even cutting isn't my thing.

  • 12 years ago

    by xx Ali xx

    I love it, i feel the same way, 5/5