A Suicidal Mark

A suicidal mark.
Forced on ivory skin.
Peeling away the flesh
And digging deeper in.

It opens up my skin
And drains away my pain.
While soaking up my sorrows,
It's severing the vein.

The stinging in my wrists.
Blood running down my arms.
I love the way it feels.
I love the way it harms.

Hopeless and masochistic.
Broken, yet breaking free.
Hoping that every single drop
Would be flushed right out of me.

The blade releases my sorrow
With every cut so deep.
Even if they are hidden,
They are all I ever see.





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SweetChoco71 said...
May 19, 2010 at 10:07 pm

Whoa!  This is a really nice poem!  I really like the ending too.  Good job :)

~Chocolate Rocks!!! <3

 
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