Day 4: I actually had to go and look at my previous posts today to remember what day I was on. Day 4, I never thought I'd make it this far. I decided that today I will post a poem. I wrote this poem after reading the stories of other self-injurers on online forums. Please don't read it if you're sensitive and are easily upset. Afterall, this is a poem about cutting. I appreciate criticism as long as it is kind and helpful. What bothers me is when people criticize the style I write in, saying I should use more metaphors. I like to write in "plain talk" and not so abstract that the reader doesn't know what I'm talking about. Other then that, all critiques are welcome. Sometimes I rhyme in my poems, sometimes I don't. I don't like being a slave to the rhyme but if words happen to match up, then that is fine with me.
Don't Fall
We’re all so sick, I can’t
believe I’m saying we
something I said
I’d never be
but let’s just say it
and get it out of the way.
Cutter, that was hard to admit.
When I read all your stories
and I see how we’re
all just going into frenzies
so angry, no longer demure.
Arms, stomach, legs, thighs
we all have a favorite part
to carve out our whys.
Can’t break these ties
with our knives, razors,
our special friends, we can’t
bring our destructive relationships
to an end. To think we’re all
bleeding that same blood and pain
makes me sad that someone
else is feeling this way.
Do you ever want to cut
so bad your hands are shaking?
Just itching your wrist drives
you crazy as you imagine all
those veins popping out
so easy to slice through.
All the blood that would
come, man that sounds so
good, I bet you're dying for a
fix right about now. You might
even get out the knife and hold it a bit,
push it into your skin but not hard enough
to bleed, you just need to take it to the edge
before you decide to it’s okay to snuff
out the desire and step away from the ledge
that tumbles down to the bottomless
pit of guilt, a place you're sick of ending up.
I hope you guys liked it. Please leave me comments with your opinion on it if you can.
I hope you guys liked it. Please leave me comments with your opinion on it if you can.
2 comments:
Interesting poem. I'm not really sure if it was angry or frustrated. Maybe both.
And I like the idea of your blog. Like photos, except with words.
http://ficklecattle.blogspot.com/
Fickle Cattle:
Thanks for your comment. I was partially angry with myself but also sad for everyone else who also cuts. It's more a poem about the self-injury community then myself.
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