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cutting
I have grown to use razors or anything sharp for that matter,
for the relief and comfort they bring.
Something that others just can't seem to understand.
Looks of shock,disgust,piti, and anger...
I have gotten them all.
Still this friend, yet enemy, that cuts at my flesh,
the one that brings pain and drips of red...
is the same thing that ends my pain and brings relief..
for that one moment.
Many can't seem to comprehend
why one would do such horrid thing.
I once did, but now I know the answer..
the feeling of being in so much pain.
hurting so much and losing control.
later being ended by the harm inflicted on oneself.
I cannot end this for it has become a part of me..
look under my sleeves..and you will see...
the sadness that lies beneath.
I can realte to this one well , But Like Everything I have read so Far:)
hey,
yeah, i can definately relate to this poem a lot! kinda sad tho aint it? how so many people can relate to stuff like this? and yet there are those ppl who fail to understand the point of it...well if they lived any of our lives for one day, they'd understand...and if they want to act all w/e about it then they can just go crap in a hat and pull it over their heads!! lol anywho good poem!
*RaVeN*
I enjoyed reading this poem for the fact that I know what you mean. I know what that feels like.
P.S. I got the e mail you sent but no chance to read it. It was deleted by a co worker before I could read it. So if not too much to ask can you please e mail me, what you did before? I'd appreciate it. Thank you (You can delete this if you'd like. lol)
"this friend, yet enemy"
that's so true.
"I cannot end this for it has become a part of me.."
and I've felt like that a lot too.
Good write...