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Cut, Cry and Bleed.
I felt this anger taking over me,
As I pushed you to the ground.
You yelled and begged no,
But I couldnt stop myself.
I had such an urge to make you suffer,
For the pain you caused me.
For all the times I just wanted to
Cut, cry, and bleed.
I yearned for an escape,
One that I never found.
An escape from this world,
All these creeps and maniacs.
But now I've realized I am just like them.
Your arm was bleeding,
Your blood all over my hands.
Dripping onto the floor.
Your skin under my fingernails.
One more hard hit,
Should take you out.
But she walked through that door,
A frightened look on her face.
She just saved you.
I looked down at you and my hands.
I realized what I had done.
Ashamed, I hung my head.
She screamed and helped you up.
Looking at me with a disgusted
Look on her face.
I am a disgrace.
You got cleaned up,
I walked away.
Will she ever forgive me?
Or is the monster inside me
Too powerful and there to stay?
As I pushed you to the ground.
You yelled and begged no,
But I couldnt stop myself.
I had such an urge to make you suffer,
For the pain you caused me.
For all the times I just wanted to
Cut, cry, and bleed.
I yearned for an escape,
One that I never found.
An escape from this world,
All these creeps and maniacs.
But now I've realized I am just like them.
Your arm was bleeding,
Your blood all over my hands.
Dripping onto the floor.
Your skin under my fingernails.
One more hard hit,
Should take you out.
But she walked through that door,
A frightened look on her face.
She just saved you.
I looked down at you and my hands.
I realized what I had done.
Ashamed, I hung my head.
She screamed and helped you up.
Looking at me with a disgusted
Look on her face.
I am a disgrace.
You got cleaned up,
I walked away.
Will she ever forgive me?
Or is the monster inside me
Too powerful and there to stay?
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cut,cry, and bleed
25th Jun 2011 9:34pm
I'm trying to get the content. As far as the rhythm, flow of the poem, it is wonderful! I hope writing it was cathartic, or it was a total work of fiction! Other than the rare smack I gave one of my kids, or punching my husband in the kisser once, I've never been in a fight. Your poem made me feel the encounter!
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re: cut,cry, and bleed
26th Jun 2011 00:20am
cut,cry, and bleed
26th Jun 2011 1:40am
the cut cry and bleed. I see so much of this in modern poems but I don't understand it. Hey, I'm a fossil, ya know?/flyric
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re: cut,cry, and bleed
26th Jun 2011 1:55am
Oh hahah.
Well in my case im saying how much pain this person put me in and i wanted to become emo, cry, and let myself bleed.
Its emo.
Well in my case im saying how much pain this person put me in and i wanted to become emo, cry, and let myself bleed.
Its emo.
Emo
26th Jun 2011 1:58am
Emo is offensive to me like gay is to ray.m "emo" and i cry and bleed every minute of every day. Poem gave me chills,very nice
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re: Emo
26th Jun 2011 2:01am
Oh. i apologize.
I didnt mean to offen you.
What else would you want me to call it?
I didnt mean to offen you.
What else would you want me to call it?
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i
13th Sep 2011 00:43am
live it. bloody revenge in a sweet surenity and terror. with a hint of dispair and mercy. <seems like one of mine (beauty)>
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monster
30th Sep 2011 00:15am
somewhere in all of us lies a monster,capable
of intense brutality revealing himself for
all to see,sometimes we need him for strength,
protection other times the chains of restraint come undone and we loose control of our
monster hurting not only others but ourselves as
well.
of intense brutality revealing himself for
all to see,sometimes we need him for strength,
protection other times the chains of restraint come undone and we loose control of our
monster hurting not only others but ourselves as
well.
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