I Bled Herself Back

Caged, if not for a little while longer.

Black charades

And inky nightmares

Fused with scarlet blood

And somber stares

Defines the life

Of little I

As she sits in the window

And watches all go awry.

She fights and battles

With all her might

Against the beasts

In her twisted mind

And to calm herself

And silence her rage

Little girl I bled herself back

And her monster was caged.

Author's Note

Alright so since I feel an explanation is needed, I'll give one. Basically, I'm talking about myself, but I feel as if I'm looking at myself from outside, so I recognize her as me but she is also not me, which is how she got her name. The poem itself is rather straightforward, just talking about disasters and problems and how cutting can help. That's this poem, (from my perspective), in a nutshell. :)

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

'Twas a bit confusing, but enjoyable. I particularly liked the aspect of speaking to your past and future as your present.

[Riley Bray]

I explained it in the authors note a little, do you understand it now? You got the speaking part right, I'm glad you liked it. :)

[Tai Ryens]

I liked it ^^