Bled Out

More things can happen or could have happened, From a cold metal, Sharpened in fine fettle, Making skin nettled, Damaging the mettles, To keep minds unsettled, Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental? Blade on arms, Skin might be harmed; Skin was gashed, Blade grinding and gnashed, Red colors coming in a flash... Blade on gut, Feeling a sudden jut, Provoked as a rut, But, this was a guff... Blade on neck, Thinking about a sudden sweep, Discord trying to overcome conviction and peace, Even though, the blade failed again, Failing to provoke the red gushes and streams... Blade on heart, Might be the last battle so far, Trying to not give in, being so hard, Though in the past, there could have been to many cuts, And more deadly slashes, Creating red splashes and plashes, As I slowly might have fought, winning or losing, Against the sleeping and life flashing feeling, As I bleeded out..

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Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz

Date: 5/28/2013 9:31:00 AM

*AUTHOR'S NOTICE* I normally don't talk to openly, but i will just explain the truth of why I wrote Bleeded Out. In my past, I did mutilation to myself, also I almost killed myself 4 times, also some other few things, but I managed to surpass that. Now I know how to control my being, my mind and my soul, I am still mastering my heart (I still need to master some emotions too) with help from others. To close the notice, I thank my true friends, best friends and some few family members of mine; they have been there for me if i ask for something. And lastly, by the way, I was gonna make the poem more large, and ended doing this, so there are some missing things that I was gonna write on the poem.. If you have any questions of any poem, I might answer some of your questions.