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Confessions of a Cutter

Submitted by Mikel Ring
E-mail: tumorX182@hotmail.com


the warm red liquid
runs from my wrist
it leaves a long bloodt trail
as it flows to my fistit runs so neatly
to the end of my hand
then drips off my finger
onto the carpeted land

pnce again i watch the blade
glide across my arm
i wait as things begin to fade

i drop the blood stained knife
and it splatters onto the ground
with every second past
i realize thats where i am bound

ill be forgotten in a few weeks
and still be known in my school
as "just one of the freaks"

i fall to my knees
into a puddle of blood
i gaze at my arm
the blood rushed out like a flood

people say they know how i feel
but would their anger build so high
they hack at there arms
with the hopes to die!?
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Sarah
Sarah
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write about something nice next time thats horrible
 
Jessyka
Jessyka
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hi. i wrote like the exact same thing in one of mine. it was freaky that someone actually feeles the same way that i do.
 
Alyson
Alyson
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hey i know what thats like... it sucks.. i've been there i was in institutes and i was better for a while but it's coming back... fast... i write the same things..like "i feel the blood drip down my arm, then i think why do i harm, harm myself and every other, i make them run i make them cover, cover from my evil self, so i wont destroy their mental health. Health that they cannot get back, now i go and get a Tac, a tac that soon will tear my flesh, i will think of nothing less, less than making my self bleed, this is what i truly need, need to cut and poke my veins, then do drugs destroy my brain, a brain that could be used for good, but i dont do what i should, i should not want to have the need, the need to see my whole self bleed, bleed i must but die i not, one day i'll die and i will rot but until then i sit and cry until i say my last goodbye.. (i wrote that in the institute i was in) hit me up sometime i'd love to chat... babysk8erpunk666@yahoo.com ~Alyson~
 
Jenny
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I CANT BELIEVE IT, THATS HOW I FEEL TOO.
 
harley
harley
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I really liked your poem and i know how you feel, it sucks!...I have been cuttin myself since i was 12...if you ever want someone to talk to my e-mail is sweetxkissizo@yahoo.com
 
abby
abby
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I love you and ur poems. sorry this happened to us. please kno I love you.

abby
 
michelle
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I love ur poem. I'm alot like u. I'm not saying I know everything that u've went through and I'm not saying I know u, but I do know what its like to do this. I read some of the others comments and its amazing how many ppl actually do the same thing and know what its like to do this sort of thing. But this one comment by "sarah". she said it was horrible and for u to write something nice. She doesn't understand what its like. I wouldn't listen to her. If it helps to put ur feelings on paper then on ur skin, then do it. What other ppl think about it is their opinion. its just an opinion. nothing more. I'm proud of what I write, even though its morbid. Its who u r, and don't let ppl like "sarah" tell u what to write. Sorry if it seems like i'm lecturing, but i'm not. I'm like u, and I know. and i'm not ashamed. ^_^ ur poem is nicely done and I honestly love it. Its better than mine. I applaud u. u may email me if u want. hellfire_angels@yahoo.com
so see u around, and keep up ur writing and ur passion for it.
 
Me
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wow..thats really passionate ..i not saying I know exactly how u feel..but I have somewhat of an idea..and I rly hate to break it 2 u..but life only gets worse..
NooOO! I am not just another one of those ppl who will come on to this site and say how stupid and pshyco u r...not at all... I kknow partially how it feels...and I hope u get over it
..just follow ur heart
 
Amanda
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I love that poem, I feel the same way I went through it too. my life is a living hell and im only 15. I use to cut everynight but that was because of my mom now I do it because im addicted. I do it also because of boys something that goes wrong in skool or my frend hates me or something all im saying is that I do kno how it feels to be left out. ~Amanda~
 


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