Cut, Cut, Cut

semi-deadpoet

Maybe if I cut my throat, 

All the words will come out-

Like an unclogged sink; 

Flowing smooth and free. 

 

Maybe if I cut my wrists, 

All the violence will leave-

Running out like a waterfall; 

Fast and Dangerous. 

 

Maybe if I cut my chest,

It'll take away my feelings-

Like pulling ice from the freezer;

Cold and numbing. 

 

Maybe if I cut into my body, 

Then my soul will finally leave- 

Like a dog off their leash; 

Free and never looking back.

 

Maybe if I just cut, 

Somebody will love me-

Loving blind like children; 

So naive and filled with hope. 

 

 

  • Author: GRJ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2021 01:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: tw: sh & sui mention
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 43
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Comments2

  • stoneageheart

    I can deeply relate to this and I've never been able to put it into words. Amazing job! I hope things get better :))

    • semi-deadpoet

      thank uu, and i hope it gets better for u 2 :))

    • Ajax (he/xe)

      amazing. this is relatable as fk

      • semi-deadpoet

        thank u. hopefully u feel better :))



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