A Cutter's Poem
Some days the blade feels closer than Heaven
Days are close and so is the arm
Red marks are that are left, deep lines showing the way
The days are numbered
Slowly by slowly the blade cuts deeper than it should
Trickling down the arm, blood flows out the gash that is left
All the pain that was ever felt is gone and happiness is what’s left over
Sometimes it’s light out but darkness creeps upon it swallowing it up with it and everything else
Day by day the pain is gone and put with different things.
Getting deeper as the time goes by
Now it’s harder to stop.
Keeps coming and everything is spinning around.
Now there’s a big puddle on the ground.
Can’t make it stop, it won’t go away.
All that is heard are faint screams as darkness takes over once again.
But light won’t appear for too much is gone.
No more pain shall I feel for now I am gone.
The blade that was once held in the hand of sorrow and pain, is laid upon the grave where thy lay.
For now on, know you are not alone in this vast world. It will get better.
No comments:
Post a Comment