Cut and Bleed

Stand up in front,

Cut my wrist, 

Let you all watch me bleed. 

My blood runs down my arm,

and on to this paper,

words etched straight from my pain.

See me bleed to death, 

for the sake of these words,

that threaten to consume and devour me.

I'm hurt and angry and vulnerable,

I give away more of myself than I ever dare, 

Anonymous judgements  from uncaring eyes.

Does this all amuse you?

My shame laid bare for all to see..

Failures accumulating, left alone to ruin...

Blah blah blah

is all I say

All I hear

And these words amount to naught.

Reviews

[d]

can one say more than blah...?
i hope, eventually, what i can say will be more than that
what you say is already more

[Alexis]

"I'm hurt and angry and vulnerable,
I give away more of myself than I ever dare,
Anonymous judgements from uncaring eyes."
How sad. :( I do hope that you don't actually do such things to yourself. It's never a good idea, whether you think it is or not. Every line just makes the poem more and more sorrowful. There are people who care about you. I can assure you of that. Don't let the saddness get the better of you, you're stronger than that. Or, if this is about someone you know, help them out. All they need is someone to care. I'm sure you're a great friend to have. :) This poem was really great, but very sad.