I see my wrists slitting as i fall
to the floor, i hear myself yelling
"cut deeper, cut more!"1
The pain is now subsiding,
i'm desperate to have more, once again i'm yelling,
"you stupid cutting whore!"2
With every cut and every tear,
i gain a new best friend saying that no matter what,
i'm with you 'till the end.3
You think i'm suicidal, you write it on your chart,
but what you don't understand,
is really it's my art.4
When all is said and done,
when i'm coming to my end,
i'll lie alone in bed and remember my best friend.
Author notes
this is not true. it's just for a friend of mine.
Comments
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good work, i liked it. it was really well written! keep up the great work
citcat
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wow awesome job on this peom i would have to give it 4 out of 5 stars beacsue i almost heard something like the part the pain id subsiding now i know alot of people use it but it wasn't very how can i say it origanal i know i spelt that wrong but anyway good poem


beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 4, dialog: 4, characters: 4.
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you wrote this very well; I especially liked the "is really it's my art" part. I certainly don't agree that cutting is an art form, so I'm glad this is just for a friend.
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It's a short powerful poem. Nicely written and it flows beautifuly. The subject is something I'm unfamiliar with and gives me alittle more insight. Good job, keep it up.
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woah. that's deep. you sure it's just for a friend. well, either way, love you! see you soon!


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