The Cut

A poem about self harm

The cut a poem by Brielle
One cut
2cuts
3 and 4
You think your in control
You bleed out
Staring at your own blood
The scars on your wrists
Then you cut again
One cut
2cuts
3 and 4
All the way down your arm
Control
More like an illness
Self harm is a illness

Reviews

[Lavi]

It's also desperation at its finest, where an illness has already clawed through your defenses and your reasons until you almost have nothing left, but that desperation, which comes self-harm, an illness within an illness, in a way.

[Nebula]

A bad being.
An inner demon