As I Cut Myself

Another one inspired by another person's poem.

It's so quiet
except for my tears falling down
as I'm pressing the sharp blade
against my once beautiful skin.

There is so much red.
All this blood is flowing and dripping
from my deep and painful wounds
echoing my inner pain.

Somehow I feel satisfaction
as I feel the blade
slicing into my skin.
I only deserve this pain.

Now I feel anguish
as I start to realize what I've done.
But at the same time
I feel I've accomplished something
while I'm gazing at the marks on my arm.

People that know ask why.
They don't understand the reasons
and neither do I.

Reviews

[Lee E. Powell]

Wow, this was awesome and insightful. I know how you feel. I was living overseas and was only suppose to be over there for a years, seven years later i was like, what am i doing? I was just living over there numb, away from it all, but it was no life, just simply an existance. then one day i guess i woke up and decided it was time to get back to the states and get with it.

Thanks for this poem,
Ed

[The Everyday Surprises ..]

wow i totally get were u r coming fromi was a "cutter" too i nvr really understood the reasons i cut myself either. but this poem pretty much put together what i felt wen i use to cut my self this is very inspiring and a refreshing pice i really liked it..... thx for sharing it

~Keep On Writing~
Suzy

[Chaos]

This is a powerful piece. I knew someone that 'cut' themselves. I too asked why. She simply said "I want to feel something." At the time, I was confused, then I realized what she meant. She was dead inside and feeling the physical pain made her feel alive again. It's so sad, but for her, the pain was a victory.

Nice write.