I Am Mt. Vesuvius

A poem about cutting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Mt. Vesuvius

Tensions are rising as a

Brewing volcano that’s

Boiling and ready to blow.

 

My rollercoaster emotions

 Are too much

For me to hold,

My soul is tied up

In a tight knot.

 

I can’t move,

I can’t sleep,

I can’t do anything.

 

I just need a little

Relief, so that

I can breathe.

 

This festering wound

Deep inside of me

Is ready to seethe,

That’s why I cut,

So I can bleed.

Author's Note

I'm not a cutter but I understand why people cut, what a relief it is.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Very very true to life. I know someone who was a cutter back when it wasn't common, your words are the same ones she used to describe why she did it. Back then the mental health professionals treated her so badly, the awful things they said to her. I would like to slap some of them around today.

[Mauricio Montoya]

For this one I recommend a chill pill, lol. Nice work

[KL]

Reminds me of a poetic analogy I wrote in grade 9 for english class... except I compared the volcano to my family. Interesting piece indeed.

[Miss Coral]

Interesting piece- love the wrapped up and the tone. Nicely done.

-Coral-

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely written. A explosion ready to happen.

[James Bonner]

The last stanza's of your poems are always fantastic.

[Cynthia]

WoW!
I love the format of your presenting so much!
Alos, the poem is really nice.
What a great match!

[nono]

Is ready to seethe,
That’s why I cut,
So I can bleed.

That part really stuck to me you did a nice job it's beautiful!

[M Garcia]

This is powerful and done in a way that those who don't cut can hopefully understand those that do. Nicely done Marie.

[Dream Weaver]

Pent up frustration = Volcanic eruption..
Medieval times they used leeches
to bleed illnesses, I guess nowadays people
cut themselves..