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Christina O Jul 2018
Another to the heart
And I can't seem to stop
No matter how hard I try
It keeps coming back
Pulling me under
Tearing me down

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

I've wasted another day
Crying alone
Sitting here in shame
So tired of it all
So completely done with trying to fight
I'll just keep loosing this never-ending endless war

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

And if I could fix myself
Somehow I know I would
For all is said and done
Nothing could feel worse
Than what it is I feel so bad
But a pain for pain is all I ever get

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

Just the color of red
In this dark I cannot escape
Just the color of red
Dripping from this cold bitter hell
Just the color of red
Love filled, blood thick
Oh God, help me before I run dry
I worte this for a story I was writing at the time. This was about 8 years ago or so. It’s about someone dealing with the loss of a loved one and not being able to take the pain. Spoiler alert: the story ended on a happy note. Though the loss the characters dealt with was still extremely sad.
This numb feeling
Isn’t the kind you get before surgery.
No, not at all.
This is the kind of numbness where
Every emotion
Is ripped away from you.
Nobody warns you about this.
There is no “You’ll feel a little pinch… Ready?”
There is only a sudden punch in the gut,
Rip in your chest,
Knife in your heart, pulling out every emotion slowly.
At first you don’t even realize what’s happening.
But then you know.
You know how it feels to
Feel nothing at all.
stas Jul 2018
"Dig the knife a little deeper"
the voices screamed,
so deeper and deeper I went.

As the knife dug in
my body screamed,
but the voices silenced it.

my skin begged and begged for more,
just one more cut in my fleshy skin.

The rush,
the kick,
has just set in.

But I am no longer myself.
The demons have taken over,
and I am inappropriately happy.
not alone
Tana F Bridgers Jul 2018
After a long day
I am very thirsty
Very eager
for liquid
I open the package with a knife,
and watch eagerly as the deliciousness dribbles down
Sometimes licking up the excess,
often simply wiping it up with a wipe.
The first dribbles are no good at all.

I open the rest o the packaged water with my knife,
starting a bit when I apply too much pressure,
and the liquid begins to gush.
But I love it,
how the bright, shiny liquid runs down the side of the package
It is so warm, so wet, so delicious.
I simply cannot get enough of the feeling of my blood dripping down my arms as my own knife hovers above my outstretched limb.
Is there anything I can say?
AAron Roz Jul 2018
I hate being alone.
I start to pull my hair out,
I see things,
I go insane.
Little by little.
Cut by cut.
Blink by blink.
Breath by breath.
Being alone, is my worst fear.
Chloe Jul 2018
please don't take it from me
it's mine

when it's dark
when i'm lonely
it's all i have

the pain
the blood
the marks

there is no substitute.

just let me have it
in secret

you don't have to see it
you don't have to know

what i do when i'm alone,
it is my business
it is my body.

just let me have this
just let me cave in to the urge

let me hurt myself.
letha fay Jul 2018
she’s the girl
that’ll give you a smile
as she goes to twirl.
you wish she’d stay awhile.

the one who has perfect grades.
she doesn’t even have to try.
you see her going far for decades.
and to you it’s not a lie.

lots of people that care about her.
she has friends all around.
a girl they’d all prefer,
never to be seen down.

but away from what you see,
she’s busy adding a new scar.
is that who you’d want to be?
a mind so dark,
not even a single star.

they don’t know
what it’s like not to cry.
yet feeling so low,
she just wants to say goodbye.

i am her.
that is me.
but i am okay.
all because you don’t see,
behind my ways,
my strategy.

a.b.
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