Cut To My Heart, by No Child Is Innocent Once Born
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the small pointy blade held to my skin once more
what i thought had finally stopped had come knocking back on
my door
and life seems like it was before
the small rush i got upon
re-stumbling on my old high
my old way of life catching up on me
as i hold my wrist tonight
and just lie life is as it was then,
but didnt i try?
try to make a new start to stop the pain inside
to no longer be that girl with the need to cut
the one who had no need to hide
to curl up within her lonely soul
n wish to have died
i thought i was no longer her
that i had finally gone past that part
i guess i was wrong cause im here with my old blade,
back at the start and each cut i make,
is one to my heart.
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Posted: 2006-02-28 18:10:09 UTC |
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2006-03-20 16:28:33 | Faith |
There's a poem that Glostarg wrote called "To all who will", you should read it... |
2006-10-10 07:31:13 | Kirsty (living in the light) |
You know 6 months back I could of read this and not understood why people have the need to cut,,,,,,,,,,,and then I began to a cut about four or so months back. Its so hard to stop im on my 7th day but i dont know if i can last. Love Kirsty |