Deep Cuts

Laying in the corner of the dark room,
you let the calmness wash over you.
You know what you're gonna do...
Reaching for the knife you've grown close to over the past years,
And now you're filled with gloom.
Staring at the offensive object you run the tip of your tiny finger over the tip.
It's just a prick.
Dragging it lightly across your neck,
tease.
Frustrating youself, go ahead, please.
Applying preasure you wince in pain,
But you don't care.
Sliding it down your neck you bite your lips and let out a soft moan.
Feeling your heart pound in your chest, you never let it rest.
This is normal.
Your poor arms have had enough.
But not your neck, this is new.
The sharp feeling of pain,
Sends you a wave a SHAME.
Who do you blame..no one but you.
Taking a breath, it cut into your neck,
Going deeper, ignoring the pain,
Cutting your neck, you feel the blood drop onto you hands,
Falling onto the cold stone floor.

Cutting not too die.

The blood it bubbles from narrow little cuts,
The tears they flow freely from eyes that always shuts.
People can never quite understand What they see,
What am I supposed to tell them this is just me.
People say Dont piss your life away,
But truth be told the cuts say a there is to say.

They try to label people like me and never stop to ask,
Instead all there is for me is to hide behind this mask.
I am not crazy I Do not want to end my life,
I do it to it to move the pain from my heart to the slice of this knifeslice.
Please ask Don't judge What you don't know,
There is more to every story in order for it to flow.

My pain it Sears red and nasty deep on my wrist,
The cuts so long and jagged showing like a list.
I know What is going through your rational mind,
What are you thinking you silly girl there is more of life to find.
As I said before I really do not wish to die,
The slits help me to cope everyone has there own way and that is not a lie.

Lifting Weight

As time slips slowly,
steadily by,
I'm getting lonely,
I'm telling you why,
it seems that no matter how great the love,
no matter how high up above,
I still get stuck,
and feel fucked up.

There is, of course,
no reason why,
like an accused killer,
with no alibi,
our emotions,
have been gentrified,
all the nobles,
have been mortified…

There is, of course,
no more role models,
there is only,
lost marbles,
there is only everything else,
help, I could really use some help,
in explaining this,
and attaining bliss…

One memory at a time,
the top is an uphill climb,
I'm lost in my mind,
with all of the things in these times,
all of the things make time go,
all of the things that do not show,
that we are, of course, invincible,
that's an unconditional principle…

Come on though really,
we're almost there,
when these bodies seem so silly,
and no one seems to care,
about that dimension,
that we call the 3rd,
for we'll be on that 4th level,
no need for words.

No need for any of the silly things,
that others come to find,
just to waste their time,
no need to seem to see anything,
when we're really blind,
we can't ignore the times,
when the core of my mind,
searches it finds.

Peace and serenity,
in the divinity,
of everything and everyone,
all of it, infinity,
times infinity,
no need to try,
attempts to buy,
my soul are futile.

For I am not any more,
connected to my physical,
My feet reach, but don't touch the floor,
I meet my metaphysical,
my body begins to rise,
I fought at first,
but found that not worth,
the trouble I close my eyes,

I guess this is,
just the way it is,
No regrets, only memories,
ascent into the abyss,
but if I could I would,
take back the time,
hit rewind,
and just stop time….

© ∆dam ∆mor ©

Lying On The Bathroom Floor,
Wishing I Was No More,
I Take the Blade And Begin To Cut,
I Smile When I See The Blood,
I Lick The Blood From My Razor Blade,
I'm Not Dead Yet,
The Cuts Get deeper And deeper,
Until I Can't Breath,
I Smile In Defeat,
I Close My Eyes and Drift Off Into Sweet Nothing,
Finally..My Deep Cuts Finally Paid Off

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still wondering ...

Razor's steely edge
Draws the line that lets the blood
Hunger's pain released

The Stares

The pain The wishing The loathing
love? haha you lie to me
what would you know
you watch me with empty eyes
pitying me but never knowing my pain
do you ever wonder about my pain at night
as those pitying looks cut into me
piercing a heart I thought was frozen

Wishing for love
ha love is for idiot's
but those looks cut into me
and voice begin to speak
time's up they say
run away they say
but I have hope someone will look at me with something other than empty eyes


I begin to wish for something other than pity
I start to dream maybe I'll find it
and I do and a cycle begins
I fall in love say I love you only to be publicly rejected
and the loathing starts as my heart shatters into piece
broken cut deep by love now the stare increases
and so do the voices
darkness covers me the world spins

I decide to end it all the pain the loathing just cut it to the end
but someone stopped me showed me kindness not love not pity
but genuine kindness and my wounds began to heal
but the scar is still there as a reminder of what kindness can do