tired of hurting



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


  • Author: queen DT (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2017 18:53
  • 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
  • Views: 39


  • Carmine Branco

    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.

    • dtyrrell145

      thankyou so much, you re ever so right x

      • Carmine Branco

        You are welcome. Here to talk if you need to. When I can and if I can. Stay strong and keep writing.

      • Primrose

        It's a nice piece

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