My Saviour

‘Bleed,’ said the devil rising inside my head again

Longing for the unease and the excruciating pain

‘Don’t,’ said a whisper from the inner angel dying

Tired of the hurt, the sadness and the crying

 

The blade was in my hand, ready to cut my skin

The unhappiness waiting to pour out from within

But something kept me, the way it had kept me for days

From hurting myself the way I did in so many ways

 

It made me want to look at the mirror a little longer

Smile a little wider and it made me feel stronger

It made me want to laugh and it made me love life

It made me want to forget about the blades and the knife

 

I don’t know what it was, but it felt so good

I wanted it to last, but didn’t know if it would

It was going perfectly well until once again, I broke

And from that pleasant dream, I woke

 

‘Bleed,’ the devil urged again, and the angel cried

But in a flash of blinding light, the devil simply died

I looked ahead and found what had made me stop

Standing right there, saving me again from the drop

 

And it was him, it was love, that had helped me out

Just by being himself and just by being about

He pulled me out of the nightmare and made me love life

He made me forget about my scars and the knife

Reviews

[KAin]

This is a brilliant poem, Rhea. The first line was perfect; it hooked me and I was kept hooked till the end.
Nice work!

[Aehr]

Thank you Landred :)

[Rita L. Sev]

The right person can change everything... A good emotional poem here, Rhea.

[Aehr]

Thank you Rita

[annabellee]

Fantastic poem. Really good rhymes and rythm.
The poem expresses your feelings very well.
Well done :)

[Aehr]

This isn't based on personal experience or anything, lol :P but thank you :)

[annabellee]

ok, still your poem really transports emotions ;)
you're most welcome :)