Reyas

Drip, Drop

Drip

     Drop

Drip

     Drop

 

The blood doesn’t stop,

 

Drip

     Drop

Drip

     Drop 

 

I’m bleeding quite a lot,

 

It’s funny how the blade is familiar than my mother’s arms,

And I only feel at peace when I committing self harm,

Though I’m close to death it brings me no alarm,

Just the sound of it has a certain charm,

Some would think it hurts with the cuts on my arms and the pulsating wrists,

But the painful agony has such a sweet bliss,

So I carve myself once more, and artist hard at work,

Just like they’ll carve my grave stone when I’m deep within the dirt..

 

Drip..

     Drop...

Drip..

     Drop...

Drip.

     Drop.

Comments3

  • sylviasearcher

    Hope you are okay?

    Great poem giving insight into the feelings people have when they self harm

  • orchidee

    Yes, hope it isn't referring to yourself. Come here (you or whoever it is) and have my hugs, or a mother's hugs instead. Much better!

  • Poetic Dan

    Thank you for sharing
    I wish I had more words
    But you've reflected a feeling
    That I'd happily sit and bleed out first

    Much love and respect
    May we pen till our hearts burst



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