Skin My Canvas by Tzuhsi

a struggle
a battle
everyday
just to keep the knife away
drowned by sorrow
drowned by pain
i've fallen into a cutting game
cut in the morning
cut at night
cut for a release
so i'll be alright
elated wben i see the blade
my body i gave
skin my canvas
blood my paint
knife my brush
i draw a picture
and reach a rush
out pours all the hurt and pain
i continue to draw
more
and more
lie the brush on the floor
everything released from within
tomorrow
i will draw again

The Lost Girl (205.188.116.71) -- Wednesday, January 12 2005, 04:11 am

Amazing.
I believe it is so amazing, how you are able to capture so many people's struggles with cutting in most of your poems. Your poems are amazing, each and every one of them. Most people don't know how hard it is for cutters, even myself. Most people think it's something you can stop as soon as you want, but after so many times, it is an addiction like any other. I'm only 15 and I already know this. I just wanted to comment on your poem. It's wonderful. -The Lost Girl

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