Showing sad poems for tag "cutt"

Deeper and Deeper

Kayla

19 Mar, 2014 01:38 AM
It's a blade.
It's a razor sharp blade.
A razor sharp blade that I have hidden in my room.
A hidden razor sharp blade that is only to be found by me.
It's my hidden razor sharp blade that is to only be used by me.
I take that razor sharp hidden blade and unwrap it from the paper.

I use it; I slice open my soft smooth skin.
Without a doubt I cut deeper and deeper.
I think of all the horrid things that have been said to me. 
and the pain is numb.
The blood trickles beneath my skin.
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Tags: Cut, Cutt, Knife, Blood, Blade, Sadness, Depression
Votes: 2

A Story

Angelica

04 Oct, 2012 01:31 PM
Each scar tells a story.
The story of my life and of the pain.
Every scar has a story.
A single wound in the heart.
Each scar tells of my struggles.
A sroty of my agony.
They tell a story of how I survived each day
carrying my brusies around
just trying to survive.
Every scar tells a story
of how I was used.
Of how I was battered and bruised.
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Tags: Hurt, Cutt, Broke, Broken
Votes: 1