Dead

Written in my eyes. 

Cut into my skin. 

Everywhere. 

All over me. 

I can't do this. 

I can't find a reason to stay. 

Why sit here in my pain? 

Cutting. 

Just to get by for a small amount of time. 

I'm doomed for failure. 

Doomed to be alone. 

Why not just end it now? 

Things are just going to get worse. 

It's not like anyone cares enough.

To try and stop me anymore. 

I could be gone tonight.

And nothing would change. 

I'm just that one friend. 

You can use to talk to. 

When you have no one else.

No real change. 

Nothing... 

Reviews

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Nice poem on that understanding! Intensity to match its reality, good job!

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[I Am Svetlana]

Such a powerful write in which I can deeply relate to. I've been through cutting for about 5 years, on and off. I've experienced these very thoughts, sometimes I can't help but result to cutting because I know that is what will help me hold on just a little bit longer. To feel the blade sting your skin, numbing every dark and deafening thought. If they're gone for just that little while, you know things will be okay. Just to hold on a little longer. In the end, we feel that the blade is our only friend, our protector and savior against the world...and possibly, even ourselves.

[Kitten]

That's exactly how I feel.

[Silent Wolf]

This describes me so much, almost exactly how I feel. But I know that people do care.

[Kitten]

I'm sorry yew feel this way as well.

[Silent Wolf]

If you ever need to talk, I'm here.

[Kitten]

The same goes to yew my friend.

[Silent Wolf]

Thank yew.

[Kitten]

Yew are welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

"Written in my eyes.
Cut into my skin.

Everywhere.

All over me.




I can't do this.

I can't find a reason to stay.

Why sit here in my pain?

Cutting. "

A splendid read and write...:)....................

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....................