To Wear a Smile

Whimsical_1

The knife cuts deep

But doesn't hurt

Blood trickles and soaks 

Your white cotton shirt 

 

Your life's a lie

You're happy you say 

But after all, at the end of the day 

You cut deeper to find, your feelings that hide 

In the thickness of night, they wriggle and writhe 

 

Stuck tourtured in a black abyss 

You know that something is amiss 

Normal people don't feel this way

Your thoughts start leading you astray

 

Your eyes are dry

Its your soul that sobs

you paste on a smile

Because that's your job

 

Letting others know

that you're okay

 

even when things

don't seem that way  

 

  • Author: Whimsical_1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2016 17:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • vanabba3

    Wow! I have never understood this concept of cutting oneself, but I know it is very common. I actually know a couple of people who used to do this, and I can't seem to wrap my head around why and how this effective... I would rather have a very strong drink myself... However, this poem is dark and puts the reader to guess what is making this person hurt so much... Great Job!!!

    • Whimsical_1

      Thanks so much for the encouragement. I used to cut myself when I was younger. I went through a state of depression where I couldn't feel emotion and it was really scary, cutting made me feel pain, I knew I could at least feel something. It's so a way of control. If you're unable to control things in your life, this is something you can control. I know it seems twisted and doesn't make sense but like anything drinking, self harm , drugs, or isolation, it's all a coping mechanism. Again, thanks for the feedback 🙂

    • Augustus

      This is the life of a cutter. Interesting to cut on the chest. I love the way feelings or lack there of are described. Nicely crafted.

      • Whimsical_1

        When I was younger I would cut on my hips and many of my shirts, being too long would get some of the bottom parts stained. That's where my head was at when I wrote that part

        • Augustus

          Yes, the extremities are much easier. And writing poetry is a much better (don't mean to sound judgmental) way of trying to get in touch with emotions and dealing with them.



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