Fear Of Love.

Yes, there are people who don't fear death.

Stained the paper,

Marked her wrist, 

Red all over the paper, 

Red all over her wrist.

Beauty was evident in her features,

Fear was evident in her eyes.

She feared not death; but love,

She was scared to fall with nobody to pick her up.

She was scared of pain that spread within,

But loved it physically; hence marked her wrist. 

She found her beautiful self ugly and undeserving,

She found her body fat and good for nothing.

 Her wrists were scarred and her heart was broken,

Too broken for somebody to pick the pieces.

She plastered her tear stained face with a smile that didn't reach up her eyes,

Her bleeding lip was trembling in the cool wind.

She knew she was strong to let go,

So she did.

She breathed for the last time,

She saw through her eyes for the last time,

She smiled a real smile for the last time,

And she let go of life for the first and last time.

Author's Note

Just a little something for a friend of mine who self harms.

Reviews

[J.Nico]

I honestly wanted to say something, but I'm stuck between my thoughts and my words and the distance from one to the other is, literally, thought from action. Because I know the immensity of the humanity in each fear, as contradictory as it may seem.
Nice writing.

[Simran Kewlani]

Thank you, J. I'm glad you read it. :)

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

She breathed for the last time,
She saw through her eyes for the last time,
She smiled a real smile for the last time,
And she let go of life for the first and last time.

Beautiful ending, with the amazing imagery.

[anant mody]

arreee yaarrr
u realllt gav guuss bmmss

[Simran Kewlani]

Thank you. :)

[Eve Ola]

brilliant ending. I am loving it...
She breathed for the last time,
She saw through her eyes for the last time,
She smiled a real smile for the last time,
And she let go of life for the first and last time...
Great job here

[Simran Kewlani]

Thank you, Eve. :)

[Mayank]

I gulped down few sips of water this time after reading this, I wonder how many of such people exists who really don't care and think that nobody will pick them up or whatever. I don't even feel sorry for them...

[Simran Kewlani]

We all have different opinions. They find it helpful. We don't. How it though? Did you like the poem?

[Mayank]

Yes, I liked it. I liked the way you have represented somebody's feel. There was a twist of 'Smile' which could have been sign of hope but it is twisted to more darker phase. I liked the pattern, the first and last stanza written in 4 lines and middle of them in 2.

[Simran Kewlani]

Thank you. I just think that the first and last stanza have much more to talk about than the ones in the middle. So, I often make it a point to keep it this way. It's easier and doesn't break off the trail of the pattern. :)

[Frieda P]

This is haunting, tragic that some people feel they need to harm themselves in order to feel, or in some cases to take away the pain, which is usually done in someone else's name. I had a friend who self-harmed, she explained the pleasure of it, or more of a release, but I still have a hard time comprehending it, there's too much pain to deal with already without scaring ourselves. Excellent Simran, the sentiment of this one shone through....although in a darkly colored hue of crimson.

[Frieda P]

I don't think it's fair to hate them, it's a coping mechanism, they can't live without, it's like any other crutch...it becomes addictive. Was my pleasure hon. :)

[Simran Kewlani]

I don't particularly hate them, but I just disike their way of getting rid of their pain.

[Frieda P]

I understand, it's hard to watch a friend suffer, especially when they're the ones inflicting the pain....