whats become

broken promises drip down my arm in a deep red river

a stream created by my moms good kitchen silver

sharp enough to peirce my skin but not my soul

this is the only pain i can control

my body is now all but mine

forever a slave to the tics of time

cursed to live though i am dead--

or at least thats what my heart has said

so days turn to weeks, and weeks go back to days

but over this time my insides dissolve and decay

until the very last of me dissapears

into the reality that has become my fear

and in this world i can taste my screams

and night mares are my only dreams

everywhere i look i see you

closing my eyes does no good, simply because your there too

every substance that my skin comes in contact with becomes your touch

a constant reminder that i'll never again have what i need so much

theres no escaping our memories

but i'll run from them untill my blood pumps green

i'll run until im yours to claim

forever in eachother hearts, because they'll always beat the same

Author's Note

if the grammars not correct then ignore it

Reviews

[Angelreads]

Dang this is Amazing

[Alyssa joi]

aww thanks :)

[That1Nerd23]

This, Alyssa, is a remarkable poem. Perhaps I like it so much because I can relate. I used to be a cutter, I still struggle with that strong hold. But through much prayer, I have been given the strength to flee from it when my pain cries out from it's companion. I just really really love this! Great job!

P.S-If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to message me. Self harm is a hard thing to handle alone.

[Alyssa joi]

thank you so much for this! and im happy that you found the strength to stop :)

[That1Nerd23]

You're so very welcome! (: Me too!

[Simone]

dude this is AMAZING! oh my goodness you truly have a gift

[Alyssa joi]

thank you soooo much!

[Simone]

no problem. :)

[Madelyn Defray]

There are minor spelling errors such as "peirce" and "tic" ETC, but whatever you said ignore grammar so I guess I'll ignore spelling too :P. I've never really been into this sort of subject matter for poetry- mainly because the action of "cutting" is often used as a crutch rather to envoke emotion rather than allowing the writing itself to do so.

You have nice rhythm

I also think out of the entire poem these two lines are your most powerful

"and in this world i can taste my screams

and night mares are my only dreams
"

[Alyssa joi]

thank you :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"this is the only pain i can control
my body is now all but mine
forever a slave to the tics of time
cursed to live though i am dead--"
This is best description of cutting I have ever read. I like the reasons and thoughts in this poem. A well thought out and written poem. The ending made the poem complete. You are a very good writer. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Alyssa joi]

thank you so much! this made my day.