I have a good friend
Who is silver and shines
It pierces my skin
And draws the red lines
It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out my screams
As well as my fears
It gives me relief
I need the sensation
But I keep it a secret
I hate the attention
Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But I do it anyway
Because i'm tired of hurting
Some call me psycho
But I know they're all wrong
I don't know what to do
I don't know where I belong
I hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
My loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen
I try to act fine
So no one will know
But sometimes Islip
And the cracks begin to show
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Author:
queen DT (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is quite sensitive and deep to me. it is a true story and i write to express my feelings, if i offend anyone i'm sorry but i do offer support as if you are too a sufferer you are not alone
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
It's a ritual common to many of all ages and gender. But the hurt won't take the hurt away. Your cry is the cry of a soul in search of love. Open your heart and let it flow. You belong to your humanity. Your best friend is your pen. She can ease the pain of many and yours as a consequence. Beautiful verses. Felt truly. A big hug and a thank you for sharing.
thankyou so much, you re ever so right x
You are welcome. Here to talk if you need to. When I can and if I can. Stay strong and keep writing.
It's a nice piece
thanks x
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