Laying still, watching my thoughts bouncing around my brain.
I contemplate death with the hope that I end this pain.

I knock on my minds door, hoping it will let me inside.
I am trying to face the demon, there is no place to hide.

My skin starts to stretch as the hurt tries to get out.
I shake, tremble, scream, cry and shout.

Exhale…I peer at the wall in which is my skin.
I cut to let it out, but what then do I let in?

Blood runs down my arm like a river of useless years.
The blood is my physical emotion, the blood is my minds tears.

Drip by drip, the grief takes a walk and the ache runs away.
The memory still trapped, the burden here to stay.

How many cuts before the skin starts to shred,
And you cut too far then one day you are dead?

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Dani

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.