Each poem is a repeat of the last
I have nothing new to say
The problem here is
Nothing helps anymore
Even that beautiful blade
Is failing me
I don't know what to do anymore
Short of ending it all
The cuts used to give me relief
Remind how to feel again
Even if only for a minute
But now it doesn't even do that
I could slice my very soul open
And still feel nothing.
The desire to fight
To keep going
Is missing.
I keep saying the same thing
But no one hears me
I feel like I'm screaming for help
Somebody please help me
But I think I'm talking to myself
No one hears
No one sees
Unless it's themselves
And I'm fading away
Disappearing under this knife
And no one will even notice
Until I'm gone.
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Author:
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Comments3
Nobody needs to cut or slice themselves. Great write though
Keep writing. It helps the readers too. You're doing a great job on your poetry.
the typical cutter often sends mixed signals and burns bridges behind them scaring folks away. You write a clear message of wanting help.
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