Cutter

Crimson perals fall from the sky

Blood stained tears...

Who am I?

I want crimson pleasure so bad...

Please...

Let me take my pain out on myself...

Let me be happy for at least a little while...

I'm so f*****g confused please let me forgert for at least a little bit...

Let me feel the crimson bliss...

I need it...

Please...

Cold, unforgiving sharpness,

Pressed to my flesh...

Let my pain go I plead...

I lay on the ground and drop the knife...

Tears fall from my eyes...

I couldn't do it...

No matter how much i want the crimson bliss...

I won't...

But...

I will always be a cutter...

The scars will never fade...

Reviews

[Kerry]

My review echoes the sentiments of BlackCrush. This is a tormented but haunting piece that carries the reader forward with its careful description of a terrible act. The self-loathing is there yet remains unspoken. Well done.

[Mioki]

Such a beautiful poem for such a grim act. There is beauty in everything though, even in sitting on your bathroom floor, wondering if you'll be able to do it, hoping that no one notices. I myself know what that's like, and you're poem catches the essence of it wonderfully. You've used terrific metaphors, which show the depth of your skill. What I loved the most about this write was the fact that in the end she doesn't do it. Instead she admits that the scars will always be there, and accepts it as her past.

[BLACKCRUSH]

Terrific imagery, I loved the part when you said "Cold, unforgiving sharpness, Pressed against my flesh..." When you cut its about release usually pain , this is a very deep piece. Excellent work.