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A Scar
My heart starts to scream.
I run to the bathroom and lock the door.
I pull my blade and watch it gleam.
I begin to cry and drop to the floor.
I don't want the blood.
But it's all I need.
I pull myself together from the teary flood.
I just want to bleed.
Now I can hardly breathe.
Trapped in silent screams.
I position the knife on my side,
Once, twice. Again, again I rip my flesh.
This will be hard to hide,
Shit, I've made a total mess!
I stop,
Drop the knife.
I'm cut
It feels so right.
As the blood mixes with the tears.
I see again I am my own worst fear.
A monster,
Impossible to even feel shame.
No longer
Able to trust the sanity of my own brain.
I pull myself together and clean up.
I wash and place a smile on my face.
I live as if nothing happened.
Slowly the cut fades and a scar takes its place.
A scar. Reminding me forever.
This monster is chained, the knife my tether.
Published 13th Dec 2017
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14th Dec 2017 3:18pm
Great write Zanna-Jane
that first stanza
"My heart starts to scream.
I run to the bathroom and lock the door.
I pull my blade and watch it gleam.
I begin to cry and drop to the floor."- you open up the book to take us anywhere; a horror movie comes to mind,then draws near to a self inflicting monster battling with herself.
the ache bleeds through this write
the conflicting mind
"do i make myself a martyr?"
"Slowly the cut fades and a scar takes its place. " - i really enjoy the time lapse feeling in this sentence you reflected.
"A scar. Reminding me forever.
This monster is chained, the knife my tether." - a really good strong line to end on that brings this write together very well.
splendid writing , keep'em coming.
that first stanza
"My heart starts to scream.
I run to the bathroom and lock the door.
I pull my blade and watch it gleam.
I begin to cry and drop to the floor."- you open up the book to take us anywhere; a horror movie comes to mind,then draws near to a self inflicting monster battling with herself.
the ache bleeds through this write
the conflicting mind
"do i make myself a martyr?"
"Slowly the cut fades and a scar takes its place. " - i really enjoy the time lapse feeling in this sentence you reflected.
"A scar. Reminding me forever.
This monster is chained, the knife my tether." - a really good strong line to end on that brings this write together very well.
splendid writing , keep'em coming.
14th Dec 2017 3:36pm
Thank you Samael!
I appreciate you taking the time to let me know your thoughts. I'm especially glad you felt the last line strong. I changed it last minute before posting this because I felt a poem like this needed a good solid line at the end.
I appreciate you taking the time to let me know your thoughts. I'm especially glad you felt the last line strong. I changed it last minute before posting this because I felt a poem like this needed a good solid line at the end.
14th Dec 2017 3:41pm
15th Dec 2017 6:30pm
"As the blood mixes with the tears.
I see again I am my own worst fear."
These lines resonate within me. Too often did my own mirror reflect the same awful visage of my darkest insides.
I was a 'cutter' once, in another life. I understand how even the simplest of emotions can be so overwhelming, that this certain release is required.
We are warrior of Darkness, battled scarred and tougher than most. Despite our own self-perceived short comings.
This poem was wonderful, tugged my heart strings taught. I'll shall send positive thoughts to you, if you'd want them. And if ever, in a darkened moment, you need an ear to listen. I have two ;)
Thanks for sharing :)
I see again I am my own worst fear."
These lines resonate within me. Too often did my own mirror reflect the same awful visage of my darkest insides.
I was a 'cutter' once, in another life. I understand how even the simplest of emotions can be so overwhelming, that this certain release is required.
We are warrior of Darkness, battled scarred and tougher than most. Despite our own self-perceived short comings.
This poem was wonderful, tugged my heart strings taught. I'll shall send positive thoughts to you, if you'd want them. And if ever, in a darkened moment, you need an ear to listen. I have two ;)
Thanks for sharing :)
16th Dec 2017 6:08pm
Your words are appreciated. Thank you for the read. I never liked the term 'cutter'. I just feel the act of cutting isn't what it's about ya know? I'm a writer, I just use my knife in place of my pencil sometimes.
Thank you again!
- Zanna
Thank you again!
- Zanna
