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cutsMy memories my fadecuts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the scars they leave will never go away
People mock
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
cutscuts8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"cuts.
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.
cuts.
i breathe deeply whilst choing to death.
cuts.
i fly whi
CutsClenched fist knife in hand,Cuts8 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.
CUTSCUTSCUTS7 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
Cuts...The razor slitsCuts...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quick and sharp
Nothing happens for a moment
But then a line of crimson comes
Drips down my arm
Onto the floor
Another cut made
As the veins make a release
Of precious life fluid
It's wasted on the ground
A last cut is made
The worst of them all
As my arm lets go
Of all of it's life
Head begins to feel dizzy
As life is leaving me
Funny how small cuts
Can be a matter of life
Or death
But when there's no other way
Cuts could be
Your only way out
CutsI cut myself todayCuts10 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
Old scars...there
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
Hello darkness
My old friend
This time, were here
even pas the end
10 Cuts - StoryAs she pulled out her oh-so-familiar box of razorblades and other sharp objects, she felt a tear escape from her eye and slither down her face. She couldnt believe she had sunk so low in life. She couldnt believe she hated herself because of love. She grabbed her sharpest razorblade and slid it with force across her arm. "One is for how many times I gave myself to you..." Another tear fell from her eye. She cut herself again. "Two is for the kisses I thought meant something too." She kept the repitition of the blade against her skin. "Three is for the presents and the gifts you got from me. Four is for all that times I said 'Its meant to be'.10 Cuts - Story7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
CutsCuts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuts
I have cut myself.
Self Mutlilation,
A Gate....
A Gate to some form
Of Twisted Relief...
Twisted Relief that
Can Only Be Understood
By One.
Everyone Doesnt Know.
They Dont Understand
They Dont Care.
They Make fun of you.
Call you names...
Emo
Cutter
Bitch
Pussy...
If I end it...
With these cuts...
It will set me free...
CutsCuts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dyke.
Fag.
Queer.
Words I've come to know as name.
They jeer and they push and they taunt.
I give them no tears, no blood, no hurt.
I remain as sturdy as stone.
Underneath I am crumbling.
Do they know each word is a cut?
A mentally inflicted wound?
With every sharp letter,
I am left with another hurt to heal.
What does it matter?
Why should I care?
Their ignorance should not bother me.
But it does and it will, forever.
I am still a person.
Still worth the attention and voice of any other.
But they don't care.
I'm worthless, useless, beneath them.
I'm gay.
The CutsOn the wristThe Cuts9 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
Pain
adding up
building up
forming inside me
the ache of this unfit heart
broken
given
smashed
freed
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
a stain
of my pain
it scars up
but the pain
inside of me
crawls around
never wanting to go away
some part of me begs it to leave
some part of me pleads it to stay
But the cuts...
...my cuts......
will stay wi
CutsStabbed by friendsCuts9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cut by anger
Slashed by hatred
Burned by love
These wounds of mine
They never leave
These cuts of mine
They run so deep
They never show
They never heal
These cuts of mine
They run so deep
They always hurt
They always bleed
Seven stitches
In the back
They cannot close
These openings
All the ointment
In the world
Cannot soothe
These many burns
These cuts of mine
They run so deep
They never show
They never heal
These cuts of mine
They run so deep
They always hurt
They always bleed
I sit in a puddle
Of my own blood
My charred bones
Crumble beneath
My legs buckle
As I fall to the floor
I c
As It Cuts# as it cuts #As It Cuts8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The knife slides
Right across my wrist
i smile as it stings
i smile as it slits
the blood is comming
i wipe it away
there is a tear in my eye
another tear for another day
i hide the knife
in my secret place
i wish my life would just end
i wish it would be erased
erased from humanity
gone forever
so when i go down there
we will be together
i pull my sleeves down
ive done my job
i come out of the bathroom
looking like a slob
counting down the days
to when i will die...
i can't wait to the day
i commit suicide
why not now? you ask
well it's on a special date
it's the date of my birthday
i wait for my
cutscuts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ive counted the veins on my hands
wondering which one
i can cut right now
the first on the right hand?
no,it has too many scars
the third on the left?
no,it havent healed yet
so i have chosen
the second vein
on my right hand
this will be a deep painfull cut
the one that i want
becouse tonight i plan to die
i will make my last cut
just to see the blood flow out...
Cuts -Poem-Cuts -Poem-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One cut
Peace
Two cuts
Love
Three cuts
Relaxation
Four cuts
Fear
Five cuts
Guilt
Six cuts
Tears
Cuts...Bitter sweet rain,Cuts...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing down,
Slicing the vein,
And hitting the ground,
Sweet sorrow tears,
Flowing down,
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...
92 cuts92 cuts, I see everyday92 cuts8 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...
CUTSShe cuts herself once.CUTS4 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.
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.Cuts5 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. We’ll get y
cutsi cut a little deeper,cuts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think its pretty you know.
i cut a little harder,
to make the blood flow.
i am a artist,
with my razor as my paint brush,
i draw pictures in my arms,
i like it when i make my wrists blush.
i like it when i can take the pain away,
by creating just a little more,
i like it when i'm just too weak..
then fall in a spiral to the floor.
Cutsyou write the sorrows,Cuts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you mark the cuts,
that make me hollow
you are the inscrutable thought
that will always haunt me.
you write--- the songs
that i like to mutter;
you mark the cuts
of your significant others.
you are a nightmare
because IŽll never find you there.
your name is stuck
and i cant spell it out?
ill write it with blood
maybe ill remember somehow!
let the carving in my arms!
guide you from harm....?
I will let every cut
remind me of "you"
every feeling that i fought
run out with my -blood-
i terribly miss you,
but; despise the image of you
you bring such beautiful pain!
-wont you like to die too?-
CutsCutsCuts7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From where the knife slipped
Empty chest
From where my heart was ripped.
The once bright skies
Are now clouded and dark.
Filled with empty lies
Is the space my heart once was.
Holding onto a lost cause
Because I think it can be saved.
Not knowing what to do
Kneeling down, ready to be slaved.
The moon is gone
The stars still shine bright
A new love is born
One that emerged from the ashes.
Cuts
Will heal with all but a line
Empty chest
Will be filled with a heart, but not mine…
Love's CutsA shameless cut from youLove's Cuts8 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...
These cuts are deepThese cuts are deep.These cuts are deep8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They bleed on,
As if forever were a breath away.
In rivers, they bleed.
Like a force from the north
And a hollow heart leaking.
The pain is only momentary.
The hurt is only partial.
And scars are forever.
Just like our dramatized lives.
The scars remind us of a past
That will live on.
As if forever were a breath away.
Hurry! Don't leave me.
Not when I need you most.
The cuts are getting too deep.
The bleeding has become too much.
I can't handle it.
What did I get myself into?
I'm into too deep
and I'm trying too hard
To keep above for my head,
Never going under.
Save me.
I have never asked you be
CutsHow did I end up here?Cuts6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Never have I thought I’d go this far
I’m becoming what Iv always feared
Never did I think it be this hard
Every cut I bring upon my skin
Makes me want to do it again,
It relaxes me in every way,
I think about it night and day
I don’t understand why it relaxes me,
It is painful to others that I can see.
I’m running out of places, also out of time
Before I know it, I’ll have lost my mind
I don’t understand anymore, of who I am or what I’m doing
However, I’m sure of one thing, were I am going!
Sta.sh
