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I look at my left wrist, The fleshy part, And I see a window Into my dark past. Yes, there are scars From battles that I fought And demons that I tried To cut out of myself. I grew up playing Doctor and house, But no one ever told me Not to cut the demons out of myself. I could feel them inside me, So I tried to get them out, But my knife wasn't sharp enough, Or my inscisions were too shallow. I tried knives and other blades, I tried alcoholism and drugs, I tried filling the void with other things, And popped pills around the clock. I thought, if I can't **** my demons, maybe they'll **** me, But I don't want to seem defeated, So I cut out the middle man, And tried on my own to **** me. I woke up in a hospital, In a gown I'd never seen. My arms and legs were strapped down And I began to scream. Not a scream like getting spooked, Or when you're taken by surprise, But the scream of a girl in horror movie, During her process of being exorcised. I screamed in horror And I screamed in pain Realizing what I had failed to do And my life would never be the same.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
No One Ever Told Me Not To Cut The Demons Out Of Myself
I look at my left wrist, The fleshy part, And I see a window Into my dark past. Yes, there are scars From battles that I fought And demons that I tried To cut out of myself. I grew up playing Doctor and house, But no one ever told me Not to cut the demons out of myself. I could feel them inside me, So I tried to get them out, But my knife wasn't sharp enough, Or my inscisions were too shallow. I tried knives and other blades, I tried alcoholism and drugs, I tried filling the void with other things, And popped pills around the clock. I thought, if I can't **** my demons, maybe they'll **** me, But I don't want to seem defeated, So I cut out the middle man, And tried on my own to **** me. I woke up in a hospital, In a gown I'd never seen. My arms and legs were strapped down And I began to scream. Not a scream like getting spooked, Or when you're taken by surprise, But the scream of a girl in horror movie, During her process of being exorcised. I screamed in horror And I screamed in pain Realizing what I had failed to do And my life would never be the same.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
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