..make me feel that life's worth breathing...worth every wound that wont stop bleeding..

cutter
Date: Nov 11th, 2005 2:36:29 pm - Subscribe



he put a cutter to his arms
he wrote the word heartache..
red and bleeding
he could no longer take
all the pain building up inside...

the dam broke and blood flowed out..

body is apart from the soul..
but thier wounds are the same

though wounds the soul have will never scab..
they will always be there.. lingering
each time the wound is exposed.. remembered..
the pain will always come back...
the scar is forever tender...

bodies wear and tear...
..body wounds heal.. leaving behind scabs..
scabs that..even though the scar is gone..
the image of the scab will always bring memories of the pain..

he wrote heartache on his arm.. bleeding..
to cover up the pain inside..
it seems that bodily pain neutralizes the pain inside...

but the heartache faded away...leaving no scab..

as he looked onto his arm.. criss-crossing scars litter...
memories of old heartbreaks and heartaches..
etched forever in physical memory..

notes of the pain that was once was...
memos that still remind..

he's about to put another cutter to his arm..
in so much pain he feels..

he doenst know what to write...
or where....

they say.. (4)

not_there - November 11th, 2005 wow, it is very good. intense.

makeithurt - November 11th, 2005 everyone cuts at some point in there life, hopefully you can get over it quick becuase its a retarded habit.

baddream - November 12th, 2005 The pic and the poem are emotional and strong to read and see. A little triggering. Hmm, kinda speechless here.

anonymous - November 13th, 2005 yak. kadiri. wag.

Sorry anonymous, this user does not allow double comments to be posted.