Pain

I'd promise myself and others that I wouldn't do it again..But promises can be broken...

The blade slices across my wrist 
Blood surfaces leaking down my arm

The pain is so good
It makes me feel alive,

The thoughts are chased away by the pain
For it clouds my mind,
 

The blood gushes leaving me dizzy,
But I don’t care

I blink and the pain is gone
Replaced by numbness

I sigh and realize
I've done it again

I promised I wouldn’t cut anymore
But here I am with a four inch deep cut

Running down my arm 
In a ragged line. 

Reviews

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The poem is really amazing! It explains not only the fact that you cut yourself but also why you did it. But please, don't don't do it. It's not good at all. Try calming yourself with music or going out with your friends, or reading or something else. Please!