It was just a little scratch

Willow_Wander

It only started off as a little scratch,

but it grew little by little,

It became a little cut,

like the one your cat might make

 

Eventually it grew some more,

and turned into a cut,

then emotions make it spread,

up my arms and down my legs.

 

Now after some weeks had passed,

the cut turned into more,

There was no more will to live

and there was no one to live for.

 

And then the time had come,

and the show had came to an end

the rope was carefully wound

and then accepted my fate.

 

 

  • Author: Willow_Wander (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2017 11:12
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: Adadsy
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  • Shadowbox15

    Powerful writing there. I love the way you compare mental illness with physical wounds. It's 1. More impactful, 2. A wonderful juxtaposition, and 3. A true comparison.

    Good work

    ~Shadow

  • Liam Lawless

    This poem is very well written and beautiful, I too have struggled with self harm and suicide thought but please believe me there is so much to live for, i was at the darkest point in my life and now i am so thankful that i'm still here. Please, don't commit suicide those you leave behind will never heal from it. you are loved and valuable.

  • Adadsy

    To put it simply, powerful. I hope you’re doing okay, never the less this poem is as beautiful as it is dark. Sometimes emotions speak louder than words, and sometimes words are amazing at expressing emotion. This is a pure example of both.

  • Willow_Wander

    Thank you for all your kind comments
    i really appriciate them



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