I wrote this when I had cut myself the night before even though my girlfriend didn’t want me to. She didn’t know yet that I’d cut when I wrote this:
Sitting all alone
The emptiness inside me threatens to consume me.
The sting in my open wounds keeps me feeling
The bleeding doesn’t hurt
It’s knowing I made you cry that burns
Tears ooze out of the corner of my eyes
Acid burning my skin
I know I let you down
I know you’re angry
At least you would be if you knew
I’m sitting here alone and bleeding.
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I like this a lot, you described the feeling of cutting very well and brought the words to life. good job. 🙂
Perfect description.
how do you make yourself bleed a lot how deep do you go?
How deep depends on how angry I am, because that determines how hard I push on the knife. When I’m not angry, just depressed, I tend to cut real slow and not as deep. I haven’t cut in a few weeks though. All my scabs have healed into scars. I would never encourage someone to cut themselves though.