Cut

A cut,

On my fourth finger

I barely even noticed it.

 

Then, the blood was oozing out

And yet it was though I was an outsider looking in.

I should be feeling some sort of pain, without a doubt

Maybe feeling nothing, shouldn’t have felt like such a win.

 

I’m hurt, yet I feel nothing.

I see it, but it seems like a distanced dream that I can’t quite remember.

Like there’s something I forgot to do,

Yet as I sit here and wonder

I question what it takes;

 

What it takes to feel

What it takes to hurt

Because maybe I have been fooling myself all along, all this time

Maybe I really am, “fine”.

Reviews

[Unforgiven Guy]

Oh, this one is awesome. Way up there on another level, far from any usual teenage emo poem about cutting and being in love with your own blood (of which I may have written a few myself, cough cough). But no, this actually has a lot of thought put into it, and makes the reader think.
One small cut, belatedly noticed, and suddenly all is called into question. I love it.

[Heather]

That honestly means so much coming from you! Thanks, I try to not be typical aha, I'm glad you like it :)

[caitlin]

Awsome poem, felling numb is a most confusing feeling. You don't know how to help yourself, or to tell others what the problem is.

[Heather]

Sometimes keeping it to yourself just makes everything worse, but then again, at least it is your problem alone that way. Thanks.

[Sami Khalil]

" I can’t quite remember.

Like there’s something I forgot to do,

Yet as I sit here and wonder"

Those cuts can be deep. That wondering might be puzzling. That distancing might be vast. Excellent...:)..............

[Heather]

Thanks!! :)

[Sami Khalil]

Welcome. .....:)))))

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Wow. A truly great metaphor here. There's such depth in this piece, it's unbelievable. It left me thinking, as great writing should :)

[Heather]

I'm glad you are able to connect with it, it's nice to know my writing is capable of that. Thank you! :)