The Cuts Get Deeper

A 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!

Author's Note

Done.

Reviews

[Diamond]

Poetry heals, for sure...it prevents one from getting consumed. A deep write.

[Taz]

I understand what you say and deeper than you know

[Najam Us Saher]

Every line has so much depth in it. Beautifully written.

[Taz]

Thank You for your review. I always am grateful for feedback.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome

[Ashe Conten]

This had an incredible impact on me, great job!

[Taz]

Thank you very much.