Bloody Angel

I wrote this on my other profile. It's one of my oldest, most depressing poems. So I'm rewriting it and yeah. Deal with it. To see the original go to: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Naomi233/7176

She plunges the razor into her bloody wrist,

leaving a jagged cut in the scarred pale skin.

No one cares about her, she thinks.

No one cares and No one wants me.

Why should I even be here?

So used to this,

The pain is not felt.

So used to this,

She doesn't stop herself.

She cuts deeper and deeper every time the razor hits flesh,

soon-to-be scars take the place of her soft, smooth skin.

She runs the blade back and forth, drawing blood from her arm.

Sweet crimson tears pile up in luscious droplets,

surrounded by the razor's harmful ways.

This girl carves a heart on her leg, symbolizing the boy she loved.

He never gave her the time of day.

There lay a bloody tear-shape on her ankle,

this one because of the tears she shed through her parent's fights.

Why, Bloody Angel? Why has this happened to you?

This girl is so beautiful.

I can see her liquid green eyes in the mirror.

Locks of her black hair fall in her face as she stares at the monster.

She's staring at herself, shaking as she cuts.

She cuts her wrists, 

her arms,

her legs.

Carving "Your Fault"

into every line made by that blade.

She's crying, black lines running down her face from the eyeliner

The roar in her heart isn't satisfied with the cuts.

It's sick of pain and so sick of the twisted game of Society.

She hits the bone every time,

those crimson tears never stopping.

Those pretty eyes never stop leaking.

Her attempts to block out the pain...

Her attempts to block out the depression...

No one listened to what the scars meant.

No one heard her piercing screams of mercy.

She can't help herself anymore.

She wishes for someone to come in her room.

She wishes for someone to read her latest post on Facebook,

the one that says "Goodbye. I'm leaving today."

She checks the computer, she cuts her thigh.

She checks her phone, she cuts her wrist.

Her heart was next,

she thought.

She checked her mother's room.

No one was there.

No one cared about her.

She plunged the razor into her chest,

beads of red flowing out.

Goodbye, beautiful.

Bloody Angel, why?

Bloody Angel....

Why?

....

Author's Note

I rewrote this. I wrote it a while ago but I don't think it was good enough.
I know it's a horrible, heart-wrenching topic but it's something that I needed to write about. Just know that if you cut, you are not weak. You are strong, for holding all that pain inside. But I want you to know....I know how you feel, but you need to let that pain go. Tell somebody close. Don't let the demon overcome your right to live.

Reviews

[CharlesMonroe]

I swear every line gave me chills. And now I'm shaking. It's triggering. This was one of my favorite poem's of yours before you re-wrote it, and now it's even better. I love it. I feel like this all the time, and I know you know that. The mental pictures are crushing. Just because I've been there, and all I can think of is going back. It's just as much an addiction as heroin. Blah. I'm rambling. You're an amazing poet Naomi, so never stop writing. I would cry. I love you babe.

Naomi, you create such fascinating poems and every thing! i love it! its really deep

[paparapapa]

I super agree with the Author's note! One should really tell somebody about issues like this. Anyway, the flow's kinda rough in some parts. And considering the length of this poem, repetitions are bound to happen, but you minimized it in your case. The poem though was intense and powerful. It perfectly shows you what's going on inside the mind of this bloody angel. Great write. :)

[Bridget Murphy]

This is such a good poem!! I just love it, it's so sad that people forgot about her!!:(