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The room is empty,
The air is still,
Nothing but me,
My contempt.

It's cold,
Smooth,
Sharp,
Uncontrolled.

I turn the killer,
Over in my hands,
I turn the breaker,
The thriller.

I wrap my fingers,
Over the handle,
Open,
It lingers.

Fair skin,
No marks,
No scars,
This what would've been.

Press,
Glide,
Cut,
Regrets.

Drip drop,
Red,
Blood,
No stop.

Pain,
Mental,
Physical,
No gain.

Sharp breaths,
Gasps for air,
Bad thoughts,
Deaths.

Back to reality,
Realization,
Wounds now scars to come,
No morality.

The blade,
Not the killer,
The one who holds it
The killer betrayed.

Just one,
A single burning cut,
All this hurt,
What have I done?
A poem about cutting.
From the way you act I almost believed I was wrong
I had to remember my own pain just to move on
It made no sense to stay since I could never fully lift your mood
You need a super man to save you and I'm a regular dude
You need that constant affection and reassurance you're fine
I couldn't give you everything but I could dedicate some time
It's kinda funny, sometimes just to smile I gotta medicate my mind
Or cry my eyes out before I retrace these old lines
I know my type of healing temporary and I do it all in vain
But you could never really judge or stop me cause you do the same
I like the fact that now you "hate" me, it's just how I predicted
That let's me know you might of loved me or was at least addicted
We both know I'm not the source of all your grief and pain
But because I got love for you I'm willing to take that blame
I'm willing to take the mean mugs and blank stares
I was taught "people shouldn't cry over what ain't theirs"
You too free to be mine and my heart belongs to another
We should of fallen apart before we fell in love with each other
Who knows, years down the road this could come back to play
I picture you there looking like you ain't aged a day
I make you laugh , you make me smile , we get nostalgia
We both grown now so them *******, you can come out of
We don't gotta make love, if you still ain't ready yet
Oh wait you back to ******, so **** may be all you get
You the type to get hurt and go to sleeping in
You like the girls from the songs who "Never trust again"
So if our paths cross down the road once more
Like I go out for a walk and end up at your door
Or you singing out your heart and I see you on tour
Or while I'm working at a bar I spot you on the dance floor
Just gaze into my eyes and I'll get lost in yours.
 May 2018 Just makayla
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Go to sleep, close your eyes
Dream of broken butterflies

That tore their wings against a thorn,
The pain they've suffered since they we're born

Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of blood trickling down,
Just wake up, before you drown

The moonlight shinning off your tears,
As you bleed out of your own fears

So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's lullaby:

Hush-a-bye baby, you're almost dead
You don't have pulse, and your pillow is red

Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife, it's all you need
Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
You know how when you’re not ok but you try so hard to pretend you’re ok that it becomes a ritual

— The End —