Now I Wait

Another poem from my cutting days On my old site I wrote this for the description: "because this is just a way of life" ooookay...

Prepare for the impact of the collision
I can hear their voices
Taunting me
Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep
When I wake up
Could everything please be quiet?
The shadow is growing inside
I feel the darkness gathering its
Formidable forces inside the pasty white shell
Those people tell me is my body
The need to make it all go away
Lingers
But I must wait till nightfall
When I can slash my body
With the knives in the kitchen
And no one will ever know
But the demon growing inside me
Will be banished
To its cage
Where I can control it
With the ebb and tide of my crimson blood.

Reviews

[therisa]

A very descriptive poem, which graphically paints the pain, you are enduring. As you seek a release from it. As a teenager from 16 until 19, I used to go downstairs into the kitchen at nighttime, when everybody else was asleep and try to push a knife into my chest. I hav eonly told my mom about this, about 3 weeks ago. I understand the pain you write about, all too well. Thank you for sharing this part of your past, with us.