Cease my agony

Cease my agony

A Poem by Jolie Blossom

We all want to end the motions, but this is just a story of one girls cry.

With a razor blade, my wounds re open
Pain, pushed aside comes flooding out.
A crimson river, staining my opened hands
Clenched together, the razor makes me shout.
I shout. Help me. My angel!
I know you're around...
Take me, Save me!!
Pick me up from this tainted ground.
Wake me up
in the only place
All this agony
Is erased.

© 2012 Jolie Blossom

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those words evoke so much pain,,,,,it is a powerful piece....

Posted 7 Years Ago

Cutting is vicious . . . oddly enough, I've never cut before, and I've had lots of problems with depression and stuff . . . but I've known pleanty who have. It's no joke

Posted 7 Years Ago

Powerful piece,cutting is a cry for help.
Understanding true depression as I do now....these sorts of poems have real meaning to me.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on September 6, 2012
Last Updated on September 6, 2012
Tags: tainted ground, bad place, pain, razor, wounds, angel


Jolie Blossom
Jolie Blossom

Latham, NY

Heyyy Shakespeares!! I'm Jolie, 24, and a free spirit. Welcome to my little corner on the cafe. :D I mostly write poetry, but I've dabbled at stories and I do write my own lyrics for guitar. And.. more..