Ryan The Cutter

November 18, 2008
Ryan sat alone
Just like every day.
He used to use this solitude
As his time to pray.
Now he sat there sawing
With his little plastic knife
Hoping now to hit the vain
And end his stupid life.
He didn't make his goal just yet
his skin and scars too thick
But the minute that he made it home
He'd fixt that problem quick.
He walked into his bathroom
And picked now up the blade;
He felt a filthy sinner,
Because of the mistakes he'd made.
He started at his elbow,
And went down to his wrist;
And then he cut all up and down
To hit the vains he missed.
The he did the other arm
And the pain made him feel good.
He started getting dizzy
Just like he knew he would.
He went down to the floor,
So he wouldn't fall
And cut across his stomach.
It barely hurt at all.
He started seeing blackness,
The light all fades away,
And his mind is full of just six words:
I'm glad it's my last day.

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LostPoetry This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 13, 2016 at 11:19 pm
This was really powerful, and I made grateful that I was able to read it. I'm sorry you've felt that way though
Alliy P. said...
May 26, 2009 at 4:45 am
This is really good.
Beautiful and haunting.
Anna Mari said...
Jan. 23, 2009 at 9:38 pm
Staggeringly Potent. . .
kianapearl said...
Dec. 1, 2008 at 6:26 am
Your poem made me gasp!!! It is really sad,almost disturbing. Great,though.
LuckyOne said...
Nov. 25, 2008 at 3:21 pm
My God, this is so sad. I seriously almost cried. This is one of the most powerful things I've ever read. Wow.
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