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I cut myself again tonight And my skin parted like the Red Sea I am Moses. I cut open my inside thigh Hiding my disease, so no one could see, Looks can be deceiving. I covered my wounds with plasters; Envying the way plasters hid pain, Much Better than I did. I took care of my wounds Incase of infection, so I would never have to explain Why my thighs cracked like volcanoes. I drew thick safety lines Thick enough to block out feelings This is apathy. I became reborn every morning After baptising in my holy tears God will receive me. I had no faith to walk over the waters Terrified that the waters would drown me I am Peter. I keep self sacrificing, hanging myself on the cross For my sins that I can't stop committing I am Jesus, Or is this blasphemy?
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
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I cut myself again tonight And my skin parted like the Red Sea I am Moses. I cut open my inside thigh Hiding my disease, so no one could see, Looks can be deceiving. I covered my wounds with plasters; Envying the way plasters hid pain, Much Better than I did. I took care of my wounds Incase of infection, so I would never have to explain Why my thighs cracked like volcanoes. I drew thick safety lines Thick enough to block out feelings This is apathy. I became reborn every morning After baptising in my holy tears God will receive me. I had no faith to walk over the waters Terrified that the waters would drown me I am Peter. I keep self sacrificing, hanging myself on the cross For my sins that I can't stop committing I am Jesus, Or is this blasphemy?
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
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