Buttons and Blades

Buttons and blades make it all feel okay

I’ll atone for my crimes a stitch at a time

And whisper your name as my blood starts to cry

The needle is sharp, but your words are much sharper

The world as I see it

Looks a little bit darker…

Surrounded by clinking of silver, and red

Likes to leak from my ears

As it drips down my head…

Perhaps if I show it ,

They’ll realize… I’m dead.

Buttons of gold, and my blades are of silver

They are rusted and covered

In struggles unspoken

I have gouged out my eyes, and replaced them with gold

If the eyes are a window

Surely I have no soul

I have stitched my new body from the pain of my friends

I am art!

I am renewed!

I shall NEVER end!

Though I struggle to walk..

And my fingers are clumsy..

Perhaps they now realize

I am as Alive as I can be..

Reviews

[Emily]

Very well written poem!
Keep it up!!

[Flynn]

Thanks! Will do :)

[slightly terrified]

I really like this, you should definitely have more reviews just for this piece alone. It's really deep and will surely relate to many once more people get to read it.

[Flynn]

oh wow thanks!