Cutting To Me

This is a poem about cutting; yes I have cut before.

Cut,cut,

Drip,drip,

Burn,burn,

Red,red,

The first time I ever cut,

It felt both calming and painful,

After the first time,

I cut on the same spot three different times,

Until I stopped satisfied and wanting no more,

Cut,cut,

Drip,drip,

Burn,burn,

Red,red,

But now I want to cut again,

Not because of school like last time,

But because I have an urge,

A feeling,

To cut myself,

To fell release and calm,

Cut,cut,

Drip,drip,

Burn,burn,

Red,red.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think of it. I know cutting is wrong so that is one of the reasons why I go to my counselor Jolene.

Reviews

[1Disawsum]

This poem sounds like you are stating something, and it doesn't connect with me emotionally, unfortunately. I think if you change the words into more forceful words that hit your own heart, maybe I could connect with it. However, that is only my personal thought, this is your work, after all! I like the repetition of the one stanza throughout this short piece.

[catney123]

Thank You for the review.I will try to make it more meaningful and emotional.

[livetowrite]

Greatly written. I hope it is not true

[catney123]

Actually it is sadly true. Thank you for the review.