I have to see my blood I have to know my heart
I have to feel the flood
That flows to keep us apart
I have to taste the salt
I have to cry the tears
I have to know its my fault
I have to face my fears
I have to feel the pain
I have to see the colour
I have to hid the stain
For it must remain undercover
I have to blame myself
I have to use the blade
I know I need no help
Sooner or later the cuts will fade
I have to deal with things in my way
I have no choice
Look at them and hear what I say
These cuts are my voice
I have to tell you go get away from me
I have to tell you to go
I have to make you see
A life you'll never know.
I have to feel the flood
That flows to keep us apart
I have to taste the salt
I have to cry the tears
I have to know its my fault
I have to face my fears
I have to feel the pain
I have to see the colour
I have to hid the stain
For it must remain undercover
I have to blame myself
I have to use the blade
I know I need no help
Sooner or later the cuts will fade
I have to deal with things in my way
I have no choice
Look at them and hear what I say
These cuts are my voice
I have to tell you go get away from me
I have to tell you to go
I have to make you see
A life you'll never know.
[Poem: Anon, Icet]
3 comments:
This poem says so much. There's a lot of pain there.
Alot of pain, but also honesty... I dont usually post works that may trigger Drifter, but lets face it so much can trigger us into a spiral of harm, be that cutting, drugs or depression....
but this one got to me, I think because it was so very real.
wow, i dnt cut myself alot but wen i do these words describe exactly how i feel, and wat i think wen im doing it...
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