How it Starts/Ends

I just got out of a hospital once again. The results of my stay were two new poems. This one I'm not as confident in. Sorry the title sucks. I never actually came up with one for this...

It was suppose to be one time

One cut

Just a little bit of blood

Just to try

Just to see how think my stupid skin was

But it turned into more

Because one

Is never enough

Deeper

More blood

More pain

When that wasn't enough

Because it's never enough

It was time for more

Cutting is for when life is too much

So when the marks weren't enough

It was time for death with a capital S

Slicing veins

Taking pills

Waiting for the body to fail

How it ends

Is up to God

Up to fate

Up to strength

Up to you

Reviews

[anurag]

ohhh my!! as far as i understand i think its about a suicide and your poem was so tangible that i can almost see it and feel it. Nice grasping on that writing. Tell me is it really about a suicide. If you don't want to spoil it for others please private message me. Thanks.

[Ashes]

It's about a progression, my progression, and the progression of many people that I know. Cutting is how it starts/started, suicide, whether it be ideation or an attempt or what have you, is how it ends/ended

[anurag]

hey do you mind reviewing my story? Just so you know i meant every word i said, i didnt review yours because i want you to review mine