You'Re a Cutter

I'm a cutter
They tell me
Loving the blood
That stains my veins
The pain it serves
Becomes a lust
Yet my mind
Fills with disgust

The scars it leaves
Sunken and
Red
My hide will keep
My mind will dread
Guilty hands
Guilty blade
Let me go
Can't I,
Escape?

Your grasp is tight
Cold yet calming
Broken light
Stressed and charming
Hold me not
Unbroken will
When I give in
Time stands still 

This grotesque wrist
My blade kisses
I stare for hours
My sight devours
Take me away
Please let me go
Vertical misery
With others' words
As your artillery 

I am yours
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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June 9, 2013 at 12:17 AM
Hi Jesse, Congratulations with your Featured Poem of the week :-) Take care, and enjoy your wonderful days ahead . Always & Forever! **LINDA**
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June 5, 2013 at 11:04 PM
I understand... "This grotesque wrist". How many times I have felt that way. Love the ending as well. Nice work!
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June 3, 2013 at 8:20 AM
I like this poem. With being guilty but doing it any ways its that way with a lot of addictions. Good write :)
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May 25, 2013 at 11:00 AM
Jesse, your poem is very enjoyable :-) A nice warm welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best in your writings. I hope you find this community to be one of the best. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets, and myself? If you ever want or need feedback on any given poem, please look me up by clicking on my name anytime you're on line. I'm looking forward in becoming your #1 poetry soup fan. Keep me posted every time you post a poem <3 LUV ~SKAT~
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