I fought, I tried, I failed...
blistered hands from scalding water,
thoughts ended from whistling bullets,
breaths stolen from hanging ropes
RED falling off the glistening edge of the blade,
I smiled at the sight of my covered wrists and stained sheets
the RED was a reminder that I was alive
I loved the RED
RED became all I knew,
all I cared about
it was the only thing that gave ME happiness
the day came
where i finally became red
and i ceased to be BLUE.
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Author:
thelastfix (
Offline) - Published: October 2nd, 2016 03:10
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GOOD MORNING TLF ~ WELCOME TP MPS WHICH IS A VERY SUPPORTIVE SITE ! Thanks you for your first poem which is elegantly penned but with a challenging message. Cutting and blood letting is one answer to the angst we all have inside when we are coming to terms with lif and love ! It is cathartic but it does hav dangers I'm pleased tue BLUES have gone. Thanks for sharing ~ Thinkingof you ~ BRIAN
A very good first poem...nice write
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