Blood

Battling Demons

I see red

It's sliding down my arms

I am causing self-harm

But should I be alarmed?

I live in a fairytale land

Nothing is real.

No life, no love, no liberty

As I see the red beads of blood on my arm,

I feel relief

Just only for a minute,

then it's back to the beginning

Have you ever cut because you were called a s**t?

Have you ever cut because you got no love?

I have.

You think you're in control of the blade when it's controlling you

You cut so deep for the scars to keep, 

but never enough to end your own life

Why?

You feel like you deserve the pain.

So you cut.

And when you cut,

you see blood.

Reviews

[Anthony (aka Mr.e)]

Striking imagery hits hard behind this dark cloud; nice work.

[Orchid Stanza]

Thank you!

[Elizabeth]

The emotions are raw and real. a very touching poem

[Orchid Stanza]

Thank you for the support, I really appreciate it ❤

[Elizabeth]

You're welcome

[mae23]

Wow this is incredible powerful. The emotions dig deep and create a scary beautiful image.

[Orchid Stanza]

Thank you so much for the review!