Cuts
Date: Sunday, 4th September 2011 @ 12:10:15 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: kayroo
Warm water pouring down on me,
Washing me clean,
Washing away the blood.
I can’t stop myself
I can’t stop the tears.
I hurt.
I’m hurting so badly
I’m crying, wounded, aching
Begging for someone to stop me
Begging for you to come back
Begging for the pain to disappear
For the pain to disappear with each new cut.
Scratch, scratch, scratch,
Up and down and up and down
Blood surfacing
Take the iron, place it on
Flesh burning, fresh burns
Scratch, scratch, scratch
Blood, bleeding, red.
Freedom.
The cuts free me.
I can see them, see the pain.
I can see why it hurts,
I can see what’s bleeding.
I can’t see my heart bleeding
I can’t see why you left
I can’t handle the internal pain
Thus the cuts upon my arm
The large gashes waiting for love to heal them.
Love I don’t have,
Love I can’t find.
Love I don’t know exists.
So the cuts remain, unnoticed, silent, aching
Like my heart.
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