The Sharpness of this BladeA Poem by AaronFreitasThis is about a person I know who was/is a cutter
Take this blade and slice just a bit The dripping blood provides a rush Provides an escape from the truth of life If I cut too deep, dreams would be crushed My mind drifts slowly into oblivion My soul rests free from the trap of my mind I hold my breath to slow my heart Escape is what I have been waiting to find I slit my wrist to ease my pain My soul is broken, cant hide the tears If anyone knew they would say I’m insane To cut is easier than dealing with my fears With this blade I set myself free No one else will see my sins Shame covered up by a smile on my face
Until the day I slip and this blade wins © 2015 AaronFreitasAuthor's Note
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Added on February 21, 2015Last Updated on February 21, 2015 AuthorAaronFreitasCAAboutI love to write, most my work tends to be on the darker side. I write from my heart and tend not to mess with it too much. I guess sometimes I write and post without focusing on what everyone else w.. more..Writing
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