My Addiction

Hidden in a corner
Hand clutched round my wrist
Watching the crimson pain flow out
Was my only wish
My razor slipped from my hand
And fell down at my side
The source of my addiction
My own special kind
One thought races through my mind
Wat if someone sees
My secret keeps me safe
And up off my knees
Which is where i am right now
Making myself bleed

Reviews

[Alicia Hirshey]

very thought powering. and a very true addiction.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

wow, very thought provoking and powerful

[A.E. Surdam]

I love how this flows, it goes very well together, a great read.

[State of Grace]

This is so dark and deep. Fantastic write! :)

[JustNeedToBeHappy]

This is very powerful, you've really caught that spiral of depression=cutting=release=desperation.

[Alskar]

How very dark! The pain felt oozes out of this poem. 'Crimson pain' sets me on edge, although I'm not sure that was the intention, but it definitely got a strong reaction from me.

[Kathryn]

Your words reveal perfectly the vicious cycle of hurting to save yourself hurt, and the image created is a powerful one. The words themselves are strong and meaningfull, but the message portrayed is one of despair and the urge to give up. Well done, this is brilliant.