Skin Deep

Skin Deep

 

The cuts are simply skin deep while the memories are not

I got caught

Crimson is my favorite color

Cut another and another and a…

Wait

What’s my fate?

It’s too late

You’re at the gates

Open your eyes!

The light is bright

Is this the afterlife?

The tears are soaking the sheets

I’m proactively pleased

They revived me

You’re lucky

Be happy

Be grateful

I’m hateful

I’m grateful

I’m hate full

Full of hate

What’s my fate?

The cuts were simply skin deep now the scars are all that’s left

I was flirting with death

Crimson’s still my favorite color

Cut another?

The blade is far too dull

Just mull this over

It’s not over

Not yet

Let’s make a bet

I can cut deeper than you!

Who are you?

They call me Darkness, you’re the one that wants to start this

You’re an artist

It’s alarming

The pills are no longer working

I’m hurting

It’s burning

Unworthy

She was barely thirty

The cuts were simply skin deep and so was she

Change the sheets

Let it be

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Visceral. Stark. Honest. Powerful.

[micky]

Amazing piece,powerful and full of haunting emotions I absolutely love every line the flow is great it's really a awesome piece well done

[Cat]

I love this poem. I especially love the line "I was flirting with death." All of the descriptions really displayed the pain and confusion coming from this poem. :3

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Reflections of someone deeply hurting from the weight of their circumstances. The sharpness of using short, sharp lines adds to the emotional flow of this write and adds to the tension! Darkly creative piece – well done!