Pain

Pain

A Poem by Sam

Crimson beads, crimson beads
The blood spills from his wrist.
His mind gets what is needs,
But the pain throbs down his fist.
One, to three, to four, to five-
Red lines run down his thighs
He's never once felt more alive.
Dark night, lonely night,
Tears begin to flood his eyes.
His demons scream inside his mind,
He wishes he would die.

© 2017 Sam



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This is amazing, i also struggle with depression and have a friend who struggled with self harming, this is an amazing description.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Sam

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your review!!!
However, I’m sorry you can relate, It’s something that I wis.. read more
Kind of like it. Sort of get the point. I'd like to see the scansion more regularized maybe. It's very dark but I realize that there are people out there in the world who go this way. You never want to meet one though. Too sad.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Sam

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you for the review! I'll definitely be working on the rhythm and line format.
I had w.. read more

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Hi my name is M. Sam Teague every just calls Sam. I'm a student by day and a writer by... well whenever I get time. My hobbies include anything from sitting in bed all day to rock climbing and skiing more..

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