A Cutter's Irony

The irony of causing pain to rid...pain.

A Cutter’s Irony

 

The pain….

Too much to bear

Too strong to stay in

Needing to escape

Necessary to release

There is no vent

While I remain intact.

 

(I’m on my knees pleading God please hear me)

The maggots corroding me alive

Will not leave an opening

For its exculpation

How can my heart beat

When inside, the desolate hollowness

Facilitates no life?

 

Purge this wretched torture

Cut deep and deliberate

Meaningful and cathartic

It has to pulse

To prove my existence.

It must flow not in contemplative trickles

But with hemorrhagic intensity and endeavor.

 

Sanguine away like a red river

Cleanse my soul please God

Make this pain go away

This is the only way to let it out

To let it go, to let go

To give my mind a small break a small rest

And so no one can know my pain.

 

The irony of the whole anomaly

Is the causation of carnal pain

For intrinsic pain to abate.

It makes no sense

Yet makes perfect sense.

How? you ask…I cannot explain…

You must be a cutter to understand.

Reviews

[melissa]

You have such a way with words I see you have real talent :)

[deeps]

I never did any cutting of myself. I can't stand the pain to.
I really like the last stanza. Turning to God to heal the pains.
This is a wonderful outlet.