Cut

elphaba993

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

  • Author: elphaba993 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2016 22:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • P.H.Rose

    Very very good. I give it a "Whoosh Bang"...... it means bang on the nails head...

  • berdnt_victoria

    I'm always here when you need someone to talk to.. Believe me I know what it feels like..



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