The Knife

My conscious tells me it's wrong
Making me scared to try
First attempts are unsuccessful
But finally I break the skin
A thin layer of blood appears
Where the knife broke into my skin
All I feel is burning
But for a moment my heartache is gone
God I messed up,
My conscious tells me
Over and over again
To keep going
Just a little deeper
I role my eyes
Knowing I've done enough damage
For now
I hate myself for what I've done
Not to me but to you
I'm better off alone
And with my new scars
To never let me forget
What I have done...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Self bleeding to know we are are alive. Sometime the knife can be drugs or alcohol.
"I hate myself for what I've done
Not to me but to you "
Funny how regret worked. Above lines left something for the reader to think about. Thank you Manda for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[mercy party]

ive heard people say "nothing is that bad" . They have no idea. Ive been there and empathize w you. stay strong with your art! thank you for it!

[Enigma Monster]

So beautiful and heartfelt. It really gave the reader an inside look at the reasoning behind such a common and misunderstood act.