CUTSCUTSCUTS9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are only skin deep
They seem to make things better
They only hurt afterwards
They leave scars underneath the skin
They are a type of drug
They help me while hindering me
They are on my arm
They are on my soul
cutscuts10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are my obession.
the action is my addiction.
the blood is my acidic poison.
the reason is my selfish excuse.
the penknife is my abusive weapon of mass destrution.
my arm is my war field.
just as it is my canvas for bloody designs.
the redness is my unspoken anger.
the red glow is my gleaming guilt.
the tears is the bitter after-taste.
the wound is my stinging pain.
sometimes too numb to feel.
broken skin that reflects a broken heart.
a millon or more pieces of me.
suddenly as if i could break free.
yet be weighed down by the gravity of my physical sin.
i breathe deeply whilst choing to death.
i fly whilst losing my wings.
i find the door without any key.
are my answer without a reason.
reveal my indecent exposure of sheer nakedness.
are my comfort blanket.
when i fel helpless at the same time feel safe.
my sorrow and my lonely relief.
my last resort.
my act of violence.
when i fight my silent battles.
i am t
CutsI cut myself todayCuts11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To see if it would heal
To see if the blood was red
To see if I am real
Right there, on my wrist
Sure, they healed
The memorys just mist
This one is different
This is deeper
Right to the soul
Right to my fear
My old friend
This time, were here
even pas the end
CutsI stand there in the shower, watching the blood drip off my hands. I watch it swirl, and twirl into the drain below. The hot water stings as it pelts into each and every cut. Looking down, I watch as a drop of water mixes with the blood seeping out of a gash on top of my small, left breast. It trails down my side, down my leg and into the porcelain bottom of the shower. It hurts, but I don't cry, I had to do this.Cuts7 years ago in Horror More Like This
People I don't know, strange people, dressed in black uniforms with shiny badges burst into the room. They swarm around me. I stand there, stark naked, with hundreds of cuts all over my body. "Hunny, come with me. Well get you help," a female says to me in a sing song voice. I wrench my hand away from hers. "No! Leave me alone!" I cry. Grabbing hands are all around me. I dodge and weave. I don't like them. I want them to leave me alone. They scare me. "Hunny. Please, cooperate, and you'll get help." the female yells as I race out into the backyard.
They follow me out. I
CUTSShe cuts herself once.CUTS6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She cuts herself twice.
She cuts herself thrice times.
She thinks that the world be better off without her.
She has mannors, always saying yes ma'am and no sir.
She always unhappy
and thinks that her life is horrible and crappy.
It feels like no one loves her.
Not even her own mother.
She thinks about cutting herself once.
She thinks about cutting herself twice.
She thinks about cutting herself thrice times,
but she just thinks about it
while she sits
at the foot of her bed.
CutsClenched fist knife in hand,Cuts10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All alone now I stand,
One swift motion and it's done,
The battle with pain is won,
Motionless I stop and stare,
Watch the cuts gasp for air,
Slowly prickling with blood,
Still don't move though I should,
Sighing softly glad I've bleed,
Another part of me is dead.
cutsMy memories my fadecuts10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the scars they leave will never go away
I whip out the blade
Rubber bands don't help
Tears are shed
Blood hits the floor
No one can help
My cuts remind me
Of a broken spirit
Blood slowly drips off my arm
I wish the memories it left would fall with it
I just it all to end
I cover the marks
And hide the blade
I just keep that fake smile
And act as if every thing was ok
Paper CutsI bleed all over the floor, ruining the wonderful job you didPaper Cuts6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
cleaning up the mess I had left behind.
I isolate myself within my mind only to be dragged away
screaming by my internal nightmares.
When I awake only to find monsters of a very different nature
invading the world around me.
I see the others, they do not try to escape, as I scratch my
fingers bloody on the peeling paint of the walls.
I am an amusement, I am here to amuse....
I am in punishment, I am here to be abused...
Morphing shapes around me, the dancing colors,
the accusations, the finger-waving mothers....
I am my own enemy, I hate that look in my eyes...
I am scared of me and I love leaving myself to die...
The home and hallways are decorated like a cemetery,
haunting me with the restless dead.
They are all alike and they are like me,
I wonder what I did to offend....
The funeral was a lavish party, there are those who hate my name;
I have lived a life of affluence and now I live a life of shame...
CutsCuts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have cut myself.
A Gate to some form
Of Twisted Relief...
Twisted Relief that
Can Only Be Understood
Everyone Doesnt Know.
They Dont Understand
They Dont Care.
They Make fun of you.
Call you names...
If I end it...
With these cuts...
It will set me free...
The CutsOn the wristThe Cuts11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On the neck
or anywhere on my own
im not comiting sucide
im not even attempting
its just the pain
forming inside me
the ache of this unfit heart
and the torture
cuts adding, mulitiplying even
to inflict physical pain
to release emotional pain
The blood dribbles off
flowing carelessly on my clothes
or in the air
or on the floor drying away
of my pain
it scars up
but the pain
inside of me
never wanting to go away
some part of me begs it to leave
some part of me pleads it to stay
But the cuts...
will stay with me
until the night falls
for me to take my final lay...
paper cutssometimes i feel like going into old bookstores and hiding notes between pages for people to find. and they'll say things like 'she was never supposed to fall so hard', and 'does he ever get the girl?' and maybe it'll make me feel better about the damsels who couldn't save themselves, and the villains who never got a second chance. but then i'll always wonder if the pages were ever turned, or the chapters left unfinished, because then the words of saints and saviours would be lost to dusty shelves and coffee rings. is it sad that fiction sounds more like reality to me?paper cuts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was screaming in my sleep and smiling in my dreams, and i wonder what you thought of me in the light of full moons. i wonder if my skin would shine like you said it does, and if i could even breathe under the weight of the stars. because even though you smell like springtime and autumn nights, you feel like home. though i imagine you taste like how it feels to sigh into the wind and feel your breat
Why She CutsShe cuts to feel no misery...She cuts to feel no pain...She cuts to remember the happy times...Such as dancing in the rain...She cuts to forget her feelings...She cuts to remember she's living...She cuts to remember there are people who love her...She cuts to live happily...You take that away...Her one reason to live...And she kills herself to forget you....Why She Cuts8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
~Ducky a.k.a. Mercy
Cuts are Red, Bruises areI once knew a kidCuts are Red, Bruises are6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who cut himself on purpose
Just to show he was
He did it in such a way
No one knew what
Was happening to him
It got harder and harder
For him to pass it off
One day he couldn't take it
That kid is now
I once knew a kid
Who bruised herself on purpose
Just to feel
There was no way fo her
To cover them up
People noticed them
She was confronted
Many times about them
She had to get help
Before she killed herself
That kid is now
92 cuts92 cuts, I see everyday92 cuts10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
92 cuts, they're here and they'll stay.
92 cuts, for her not for you
92 cuts, and they're all fuckin new.
92 cuts, i did out of sorrow
92 cuts,...i'll show her tomorrow
92 cuts, i did to be free
92 cuts, you wish you were me
92 cuts, they stare and they scream
92 cuts, please be a dream...
92 cuts, they're all spaced apart
92 cuts, but only one heart...
lips like fingertipsMy mind keeps on wandering to the scent of you.lips like fingertips10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My lips wait for your skin...
lips like fingertips... I wonder what it is like to be blind
But I can touch what I can see --
last meal for an imprisoned desire.
Puddles of you:
I swear your eyes have a leash on me.
The CutIt is the first that i have made.The Cut10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wont be able to do it again, i know it
was wrong, but for a moment i wanted to
The cut graced my arm and blood
seeped from within. i was sad once i
saw just what i had done.
It wasnt a knife, it wasnt a razorblade
that gave me the joy of feeling, it was
just a pair of scissors that i used to play
the complicated game.
The cut that no one can see, is more than
just upon my skin, its in my heart it seems,
and i cant close it up.
If ever i make a single cut again, it shall forever
be my last, because all my blood will bleed from
my body, i will die fast, and forever more never
will i feel a thing at last. if i ever make another
CutsDeepCuts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood running down my arm
wrist full of cuts
old some new
some deep others shallow
depression long lived
happyness never stays
somthing always goes wrong
no matter what
happyness gone never shown
cuts deep and long
border my arm
Cuts...Bitter sweet rain,Cuts...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slicing the vein,
And hitting the ground,
Sweet sorrow tears,
Devouring my fears,
As I cry out loud,
Sugar lilly blood,
Streaming down my wrists,
Beautiful as it runs,
Like a lover's last kiss...
Love's CutsA shameless cut from youLove's Cuts10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silences my heart.
Tomorrow is another day,
but for me it may not.
My heart bleeds for you,
Never again to be mended,
You cut into me,
You, who I defended.
The blade you use,
Make sure it's sharp.
I don't want to live to accuse,
Nor my loneliness to cart.
All I did, all I wanted from you
Was equal love and kindness too.
Apparently, if you cut me so,
That was too much to ask.
You will destroy me,
The one hiding behind the mask...
CutsCuts11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
103 new cuts tonight
I took a picture- just for you.
They tell some stories
So sit and lisen
I'll read them- just for you.
Nice, deep and true.
This one tells me all is lost
Never to run back to you.
#23, just a small one now
I see no life in your future
Sunless, empty but still crampt.
Endless days of torture.
#46 was the worst
runs from thigh to thigh
Tells us of the everlasting moments
That make us want to die.
#8- a unique one thats for certain
Shaped like a heart,
I think you would know what it was for
I carved it with but a dart.
Here we are at 54
To get to the last tale
This was for my mother
For loving me, to fail.
Shaped like a tear drop,
54 was the most sad.
The emotion pulled together
Compiled to form that beauty
Tears me apart
I cant even look at it
On my thighs just here to sing
My new scars will forever be
Not just in phsyical but pyshcological form
This beauty I've bestowed upon me
paper cutsi.paper cuts6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i saw your name on my caller id
and let my voicemail pick it up.
you sounded flustered on how
to word your message, but you
managed to compliment my hair
and question my whereabouts.
you called again a few hours
later, and again i let you squirm
under the pressure of the voice
mail's automatic tone. you didn't
sound angry, like i'd assume, but
instead you said you thought of
me when you saw a commercial
for a saw movie, and that i should
come over so you wouldn't be
so lonely tonight. i saved your
message in my heart, but deleted
it off of my machine. that night your
words were lost, erased. that night
you were cold and lonely, for me.
you sent me a bouquet on our one
month 'anniversary'. i sent them
back a week later, with all their
petals turned maroonblack and
all their leaves browned. you
left me another voicemail, asking
why i would send them back. i
sipped at my cup of tea and chose
to answer aloud; 'because you
need to learn that everything dies.
no matter how beautiful i
Three Little Cuts'Three little cuts' she whispersed to herself, cluthing the scissors on her hand.Three Little Cuts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
One after the other.
She quickly spliced the skin, "One....For everytime I've been yelled at."
The blood streaked down her arm.
The tears came down faster now.
No time to think.
The blade ripped open more flesh as she swung it by.
She winced as she looked at her arm bleed, the bloody tears rolling down her arm.
From each cut.
They begged for mercy.
She was mercless.
"Two," she said " for everytime someone hurt me."
She brought the blade to her skin.
The tip barely touching it.
A metal kiss.
She looked up at the rooftop.
Tears streaming down her face as she cried out "Why...?!"
She looked down at the grotesque scene on her arm.
At the blood-stainted scissors.
She yanked the blade across her skin.
As hard as she possibly could.
The deepest cut.
The blood quickly spilled out of her arm onto her bed.
Puddles of it on her bedsheets.
The room began to spin.
As it cutsI feel the sting,As it cuts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the drip.
My mind goes black when I hear the blade slip.
I'll wake and gaze at my cuts,
My story of pain.
When I cut I feel safe,
There's so much I can gain.
I lust for steel,
But my skin stays celebate.
When I see a blade I'll say,
To hell with it.
Around every corner,
In my brain.
There's a reminder,
Of my passion for pain.
But I'll retire my blade,
And let these scars fade...
Never to be seen again.
-My Words Come In Scars--My Words Come In Scars-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The metal hits me like a ton of bricks
But also sets me free
It oozes out the feelings
I would never be able to see
My head goes down to look
At what I have just done
The shame comes upon me
And I see what has begun
A scar for each feeling
Waiting to be healed
An open sore that burns
Its what I keep concealed
Each cuts a line of writing
That brings out what I feel
Every word inviting
Another layer off I peel
My words a way of dealing
With what I think each day
Each line revealing
The things I cannot say.