poem about cutting

[kcfaerydust]

beneath the flourescent light
reality shines ugly and bright
blood stained bedding
choices are for regretting
flesh split open, like a book
pause, glimpse of her soul, take a look
dissapointed looks and sighs
sadness gaping from her thighs
draped in an itchy pastel gown
bustling by with a tisk and a frown
disconnected and surreal, numb from the pain
time travels by but sutures and scars remain
interrogation trys to find
the strange workings of her mind
why on earth would she need
to make herself bleed?
pain and hurt are deeply sealed
in our talk, confusion is revealed
like a child, shed tears of frustration
locked on the unit for observation
were you trying to make yourself die?
was it the only way your body could cry?
can i rock you and hold you tight?
shhh... swallow the pill for a good night
groggy from medicine and sorrow
not to worry, it will work out tomorrow
try to put ease in your head
there are no monsters under our beds
wrap you in a bandage, we're glad you came
but you only have yourself to blame
honey, i wish you'd learn
my eyes are soft but my voice is firm
all i want is to keep you from harm
but i can't help but notice the marks on your arm
perpetuate the cycle, what's done is done
i can only imagine past nights like this one
now we can keep you safe for a while
glancing over at the pile
of blood soaked bedding
remember choices are for regretting
underneath the flourecent light
reality shines ugly and bright

 

[Raz]

...rings very true. This line I thought:

choices are for regretting

was particularly sad.

 

[Donnie C]

I can really relate to this. A time in my life where I felt nothing, drastic measures seemed like the only option. The Sun will rise again.. like the brightest star, I had that tattooed over my scars.