Feel
I place the steal blade on my soft flesh,
I close my eyes.
I see your smiling face,
I want your memory to be gone.
But no matter what I do,
It still swims round and round in my mind.
Tears start to fall from my eyes,
they used to hold so much happiness,
but now their empty and only hold sadness.
I slide the blade across my wrist,
I watch through tear stained eyes.
As the blood overflows around the solid steal,
I smile as I feel my problems spill out.
I see the blood flow over like a river and splash to the floor.
I do this to know that Im still alive and can feel.
My freinds dont understand,
they never will.
They tell me to stop and that its dangerous,
but they dont get it.
They say they dont understand,
but I dont need them to.
It makes me feel live,
and thats all I care about.
I make more cuts,
I already have so many scars,
but I dont care,
there all I have.
Thy're the only things I know will always be there,
no matter what happens they'll always be here.
I place the blade back in its box,
and I lean my head back and smile.
I can no longer see your smiling face,
It doesn't hurt anymore.
I put the blade back in its rightfull place,
until the next time I need to feel.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment