Red rush from the entry
The shining blade hovers like a sentry
The tremor travels though my hand
Until I can no longer stand
Sensation shakes my body
And shakes the numbness encased in me
Escape at last
From the future and past
Fading at last
The blackout approaching fast
But numbness persists
So I must assist…
Drive it home down to bone
Truly alone
My heart a darkening stone
As its beat begins to lose tone
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I don’t know if this will trigger anyone, but this poem is about cutting just so people know. I’m not sure where else to put it since this is my first post.
I fell like I can relate major-ly
that was beautiful, however i hope you don’t feel that way :O