cold dark mind

it's dark.

i'm aimlessly wandering

the long corridors

of cyberspace

with only the glow

of the screen

as a testament

to my madness.

 

it's cold.

i am not depressed;

no more than usual.

yet almost out of habit,

the razor traces

without purpose

over the already rent

skin.

 

it's scary.

if this is what i am

when i have no purpose

then what will i become

when i have a reason?

i don't cut to feel alive.

i guess i just cut because i can.

does this make me sane or crazy?

Reviews

[Just Brooke]

Wow I never thought of cutting like that. This is beautiful and inspiring. The way you formatted this is really cool with your stanzas and all. It's really deep and makes the reader use their brain. I loved it=]

[Searching 4 Serenity]

HO LEE SHIITE! Fantastic right. At least you're bleeding your heart out.

[Lyzzy Redd]

This is chilling. Absolutely thought-provoking. Wow. The overall feel of it makes one think. Well done.

[ColorblindMartian.]

this is brilliant, insightfull, and beautiful writing.