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maya cahill Apr 2020
one
one cut
two cut
three cut
four
i watch the blood drip from my wrists to the floor

five cut
six cut
seven cut
eight
the blood flowing and rushing makes me feel faint

nine cut
ten cut
eleven cut
twelve
cut for a little then cry some more

thirteen cut
fourteen cut
fifteen cut
sixteen
the blood is starting to show through my jeans

seventeen cut
eighteen cut
nineteen cut
twenty
pain is the only thing i feel

fifty-nine
seventy-six
eighty-three
ninety-nine
i'm starting to lose track

one-hundred
i've finally decided to end it all and pick up the gun
Sadie Grace Apr 2020
She paints with watercolors because they bleed all over the paper
like the feelings coming out of her mind bleed all over her arms
like the words shouted at her bleed all over her heart
She wished one day to paint with acrylics
they were simple and quiet
they colored inside the lines
they didn’t bleed
but who cares anymore?
She’s already numb to it all
Dez Apr 2020
If I had a heart I could love you
But the one before you cut it out
Sew me up but you’ll find no pulse
That poor girl didn’t know
When she said, “its time for me to go”
She tore out the one heart that loved her
Now all the memories are just a blur
And when these new lovers come
I can’t help but be numb
For the life that was once there
Is now cold and bare
I’m sorry new lover
I just can’t discover
A way to replace the old heart
For it was ripped apart
By a girl who never new
That she killed me when away she away flew.
Philomena Mar 2020
"I tried it once before but I didn't get too far
I felt a lot of pain but it didn't stop my heart
And all I really wanted was someone to give a little ****
But I waited there forever and nobody even looked up
I tried it once before and I think I might have messed up
I struggled with the veins and I guess I didn't bleed enough
But maybe I'm alive because I didn't really wanna die
But nothing very special ever happens in my life

Take the blade away from me
I am a freak, I am afraid that
All the blood escaping me won't end the pain
And I'll be haunting all the lives that cared for me
I died to be the white ghost
Of the man that I was meant to be

I tried it like before and this time I made a deep cut
I thought about my friends and the way I didn't give enough
And I should have told my mother 'mom, I love you' like a good son
But this life is overwhelming and I'm ready for the next one"
Maja Mar 2020
Mirror, mirror, oh broken glass
will you cut me,
like everyone I pass.

Will you be sorry too,
when I take a piece and bleed.

Will you save me from this world
One cut is all I need.
Don't try this at home, kids.
sorry
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2020
As your fingers tighten
I start to remember
That my faith in you is weakened.

As my breaths fade
Those happy moments
Swarm my mind.

Because when you push me and taunt me
There is only one thing I think:
The brother you were is gone.

And what hurts more
Than that realisation
Is the knowledge that
You remember those moments
In which got along.

That betrayal cuts me more
Than your fingers around my throat
I wrote another version of 'Betrayal'! This one's certainly shorter but I'm not sure if it's better.
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