The Cuts Get DeeperA Poem by TazA peek into my soul.I am numb, pained inside, There are many, things I hide, I make it all, hide behind, This wall I built, Inside my eye, As the cuts get deeper...
The past I have, of pain and blood, All the wounds, misunderstood, I told the truth, but only one, Believed me now, I am but done, And I write this as they shun, And the cuts get deeper...
I remember all the fear, But no one cares about it here, As I lay here on my own, Wounded while I write this poem, As the cuts get deeper...
The knife I cut with, now is raised, To my throat, it slowly grazed, My pain my heart, my soul combined, But everyone here thinks i'm fine, As The Cuts Get Deeper!
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Added on March 20, 2017Last Updated on March 27, 2017 AuthorTazAlberta, CanadaAboutI like to write poems that spontaniously generate in my mind. I am 17 and I am a girl who is in high school so my poems will not be amazing but I do my best.I love my spanish and ASL,I also love basic.. more..Writing
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