Papercut

Another randomly-thought-of poem! PLEASE NOTE: This is not meant to be "emo" in any way. See Author's Note.

It all started with a papercut.
The simplest of accidents, really.
A small red line one centimeter long
covering the tip of my pointer finger.
A tiny piece of skin sliced open.

Then, there was the pain.
Searing, stinging, sharp.
Yet somehow it filled me with adrenaline
to see those drops of blood
falling onto my science study guide,
one by one.

Awhile ago,
that blood would've been my tears.
Dripping slowly down my cheeks,
leaving behind wet streaks of agony.
But I had stopped crying a long time ago.

Then, it was blood,
staining the perfectly white sheet of paper on my desk.

After a few minutes,
the burning and satisfying feeling vanished.
I was left with a scar on my hand
and a feeling of control.

Yet now the roles were flip-flopped.
Patty was the one in control.
I sat on a chair in her office
with my elbows smacked against the table
and my face in my hands.
Her hand rested on my shoulder,
waiting for me to tell her everything.


It started out with a papercut.
But then, it became so much more.

Author's Note

As I mentioned, this is not supposed to be some "emo" poem. It's about people who inflict self-injury and need to see someone like a doctor or counselor, who could help them.


Please tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Sarah>_>]

"After a few minutes,
the burning and satisfying feeling vanished.
I was left with a scar on my hand
and a feeling of control."
for some reason, I really like this

[Ms.Bri]

..Well written! I felt the emotion soon as I started reading. Keep writing I look forward to reading more.

[Paradoxical]

nice structure and meaning.. I only wish I had counselor back then.. oh well, great write!

[Sarah>_>]

:D
Oh, those damn papercuts, always turning people into self-injury junkies.

OH CRAP I ALMOST FORGOT, SINCE I READ SOMETHING ABOUT CUTTING MYSELF I HAVE TO DO IT!! (cuts self)

[Veronica]

Woah!, Nicely done! :)