Sharp - Daisie-Lyn Fuller

Daisie-Lyn Fuller

Sharp was the razor blade that cut through my leg at 14,

The first sight of scarlet, trickling down my thigh

Sharp were the words I put in my head 

Leaving me sleepless, and making me cry.


Sharp was what happened to me at 15,

Taking the last of my innocence away

Sharp are the emotions I endure all the time

Every morning. Every night. Every damn day.


Sharp was the knife through my wrist at 16,

Watching the blood pour out with masochistic glee

Sharp was the satisfaction of letting them get to me

Beaten only by knowing I am stronger than thee. 

  • Author: Daisie-Lyn Fuller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2023 13:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: My personal experiences with self harm
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
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  • -The poet in me

    "I am stronger than thee"
    Really got to me
    These words are very strong

    Do what is right
    With all your might
    In spite of what was wrong

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