Poem - 'Cuts'
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By:
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naomijane
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Mood:
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Content
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Date:
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Jan 31, 2013
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Music:
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Ho Hey - The lumineers
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I
don't
usually
share
my
poems
coz
i
dont
feel
there
good
enough,
but
i
feel
its
neccessary
to
share
this
one
as
alot
of
your
will
be
able
to
relate
to
self
harm,
or
helping
somebody
who
is.
Tell
me
what
you
think?
Cuts
This
blood
is
the
tear;
that
I
just
can't
cry
This
pain
is
the
anguish
held
on
deep
inside
The
blade
is
my
freedom,
sets
the
pain
free
Gives
me
the
feeling
of
being
something
real
The
blood
runs
like
my
tears
The
pain
relieves
all
my
fears
For
at
that
moment
I
feel
alright
And
all
my
problems
are
out
of
sight
'Cos
when
I
cut
the
world
leaves
me
alone
And
when
I
cut
I'm
all
on
my
own
And
at
this
time
I
lose
my
mind
And
at
this
time
I
try
to
find
A
sense
of
reality
that
I
lack
No
shades
of
grey,
everything's
black
But
when
I
cut
I
feel
the
pain
And
for
that
moment,
I
feel
I'm
sane.
The
scars
are
the
words
that
I
can't
express
These
feelings;
these
memories,
no
longer
repressed
I'm
no
longer
living,
I
simply
exist
This
is
self
destruction
and
I
can't
resist.
All
the
stress
brings
me
down,
it
gives
me
no
choice.
I
can't
seem
to
speak
my
mind.
I
just
can't
find
my
voice.
More
cuts
end
up
on
my
wrist.
Something
else
i
have
to
hide
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