I feel my wrists
I am aware of them
they almost ache
long to be sliced open
ripped apart
I’ll take a look inside
see the blood pouring out in gallons
rivers flowing out
draining out
draining the pain and the want
and the despair; the hopelessness
all drained out
and replaced by relief
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Wonderful piece of work, with a dark feel to it.
So you cut to cope with the world?
That was amazingly written. I can relate to using cutting as a coping method.
I don’t cut…yet. I just can’t make the desire to do so leave my head. I sit and stare for hours at any sharp object i come across. I don’t know, I just feel so lost
It’s an excellent poem, but don’t try to start cutting. It won’t bring relief. Maybe for a few minutes while the blood flows, but once it stops, you’ll just feel lost again. And to get that feeling of “relief” you have to cut again and it just becomes this vicious cycle.
@Heldogtertjie are you from SA?