You take the knife and do no harm
But feel the blood drip down your arm
You realize something
It’s all about the pain
You’re on a quest to find some there
To feel anything, anyone, anywhere
But you already knew that
You just don’t understand why you can’t get past it
It’s not about the hurt
It’s not about the hate
It’s not about what you can’t explain
It’s not about what you’ve done
Not about the punishment
It’s all about the pain
Just trying to feel something
I’ve been down the road before
Sometimes I’m still there
Rip out my heart as I cut up the skin
I remember all the missing razorblades
They were trying
They’re still trying to save us
But it doesn’t matter
Release me into nirvana
If oblivion means death, I will never fear it
Take me there, I’m not scared
It’s not about the hurt
It’s not about the hate
It’s not about what you can’t explain
It’s not about what you’ve done
Not about the punishment
It’s all about the pain
Just trying to feel something
You are me
You were me
You’ve become everything I used to be
But you’re still me
Cause I’m not yet free
But hold onto me
Hold onto me
Hold to the words I speak
Promise me those tears will wash away
That those blades will disappear someday
As much as it hurts
It’s wonderful to feel
Feel the pain
3 comments
Did you write this ? You’re very talented 🙂
I did write it…
And thanks 🙂
That means a lot.
Lots of ppl think my poetry is horrid and evil.
It’s nice to know someone appreciates it
That was a very nice poem Ascah. It really helped me understand the reasons for self-injury. A person who is hurting may use self-injury as a way of feeling something as you wrote in your poem.