I Am Mt. Vesuvius

A poem about cutting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Mt. Vesuvius

Tensions are rising as a

Brewing volcano that’s

Boiling and ready to blow.

 

My rollercoaster emotions

 Are too much

For me to hold,

My soul is tied up

In a tight knot.

 

I can’t move,

I can’t sleep,

I can’t do anything.

 

I just need a little

Relief, so that

I can breathe.

 

This festering wound

Deep inside of me

Is ready to seethe,

That’s why I cut,

So I can bleed.

Author's Note

I'm not a cutter but I understand why people cut, what a relief it is.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem is powerful. It gave me chills.