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Blood and Tears
I cried and cried and held my breath,
Slashing away and hoping for death,
I cried until I couldn't see my arm,
Hoping that this would end my harm.
I cut and stabbed until I bled some more,
While the blood slowly started to pour,
I had to stop the pain inside,
So I went for what was hurting most,
My pride,
I slashed at my chest,
As my body bled.
I felt the pain and couldn't stop the tears,
While I slowly slashed away my fears,
With every inch of my body being cut away,
As I slowly bled away all my pain.
wow...lol this is all i can say at the moment until i find the words...i love this poem..i havent actually..cut myself, but i cant say that ive never had the thoughts *rolls eyes* lol yeah.. ur poem is really deep and it really makes u think..honestly it almost made me cry :P
wow, that is really deep, and very well written. I hope you dont actually do that to yourself though tasha! i send my love!
~nads
Hey hun, your poem is good, although its very sad :(
Really good poem tash. it flows really well but the topic and some of the ideas are so over werked nowadays everyone writes about almost the same way. BUT your poem has alot of impact and is to the point...good ideas, but again, slashing and just your description is very very popular and over werked... But i really dont care about that cuz you're poem is awesome...
This one is awsome. it really made me think. i liked it
i take it you are a cutter too, huh? weel just remember that suicide isnt always the answer, in fact it rarely ever is. and im saying that from experience. well got to go. peace.