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Feb 2016
Laying pain over pain
I cut into my spirit
again,
blood on my sleeve and
who could believe that
such hurt was conceived in
the heart?

Self harming's a charming
expression which hides the reality as the blade slices into me and my tears like the hot blood start running free,
hurting me to stop hurting me which hurts me even more and what for?
few could understand and fewer would even try,
at times like this I feel like the time is ripe to slice again to cut and bleed and cut to feed the gaping mouth of depression.

Self expression should never take the knife to cut out the things that ache.

If I break and take the blade to slice the pain,
If I make again this cut to cut out pain will it go away?

One day
I say, some say
we all say
one day.

One day I'll cut it all away
and feel the pain
no more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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