Save me

A little scribble

It's shiny and rugged as it cools my skin

The hypocrisy of it all amuses me, I smirk

I watch as the smooth liquid pours out

My arm goes numb, my brain in a coma

A tidal wave crashes over my body

I breathe

And I cry, and I scream

But no one hears me

I'm begging to be found

but petrified to be saved

I lie down

The tile cools my skin as my heart bursts in to flames

A sweet and slow destruction

My skin is burning, the comatose is over

I wipe up the liquid from the floor

And I leave my wounds to dry

I place the blade in the cabinet and walk out the door

Pleading next time to be found.

Author's Note

I've never been a cutter. While in high school a close friend shared her experience with cutting. I wrote this in class after listening to her story.

Reviews

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This is kinda sad really, well expressed emotions!

[kay]

I actually forgot I made an account to post this. Thank you both for the comments!

[Rene Velez]

actually when i read it i could see heroin drug use, i didn't see the cutting imagery till the end and that was cool because it was like this poem had two meanings and thats not easy to do, good job

[Miu]

It's really well done and it kinda made me sad. Then agian anything like cutting is truely sad. I hope your friend is ok though.