I'm steadily carving my feelings away
Every cut a little deeper
Just one more slice of the blade
Every time.
It's getting worse
I know it is
But I can't stop.
I don't want to stop.
I'd rather feel the physical pain
Than the chaos inside.
These poems
The paper and ink
That used to give such relief
Don't work anymore
I write because I need to someone to know
Why I'm slowly slipping away
I need someone to know
Before I lose myself to the gleaming blade
Because I can't stop
I won't stop
Until every last feeling has been etched away
Onto this canvas of skin
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Author:
elphaba993 (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2016 22:24
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Comments2
Very very good. I give it a "Whoosh Bang"...... it means bang on the nails head...
I'm always here when you need someone to talk to.. Believe me I know what it feels like..
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