Art

Done out of curiosity. Enjoy, I guess.

Art

I wait for the blood to dry.
As I write this poem I don’t think; I just try.

Because the blood has not dried.
When it has I’ll go back inside.

Sometimes I just want to hold still the raindrops.
But soon they’ll see the way my blood rots.
And maybe they’ll weep when they see the way it makes me able, And how I love the days it makes me vulnerable.
God, I f*****g love this way it makes me vulnerable.

I might take one of them with me.
And not by greed.
By the way we bleed, and the words we bleed.
If they do not. Then they don’t grieve the way I grieve.
I bleed the essence of this poem. Because to be vulnerable is what I need.
In my blood I’ve written, Close to how I’ve written this.
And I have given myself something prone to bliss.
It reads

‘Art’

I think I’ve driven this out of curiosity.
Now I’ve written it into me.
I was needing to know what true art is.
How I’ll cry over never knowing what happiness gives.

Reviews

[Raghib]

Self harm .
A topic so difficult for others to understand . Others who havent gone through it .
"When theres this blood that flows
Not a dark thought talks " .
I liked the words you chose for the poem . The poem is great . Its just that people do not understand

[Elli]

I've had problems with self harm. It's a different thing for everyone.

[Raghib]

No no . I didnt mean that I never had problems . Its just that self harm is in itself a very charming being . It lures people in its trap . A little bit of satisfaction,a lot more of pain .
Quick question : Are you an anime fan . Or heavy metal music fan ?

[Elli]

I like anime and some metal.

[Raghib]

Some metal ? I thought you would be a hardcore fan !