Self-mutilation
Saturday, August 28, 2010.7:45 AM
Slice number one,
indifference brought to mind,
a battle no one won,
silence bought with time.
Cut number two,
release of pain,
a release for fools,
ecstacy that does not substain.
Drop one,
cold laughter follows closely by,
it seems like its almost for fun,
almost as if you can fly.
Cut number thirty,
your eyes are dry,
your heart is sore but empty,
nothing else is left to cry.
Its a ritual,
pointless and dotted with doubt,
losing blood when people are dying for it,
well beyond self-doubt.
You show off the scars,
scaring off those 'friends',
you think you are so tough and cool,
you think the pain will never end.
You are stereotyped,
so unloved yet so intriguing,
you think the pain is your only release,
your broken silence so painfully ringing.
Here is a word of advice,
its time for you to put down the knife,
your life alone will suffice,
letting go is not a crime,
you are wasting blood and time,
rinsing your heart with your blood,
please remember to take to mind,
you are not one bit hopeless,
life is not all fun and games,
you are sure to take some tumbles and rolls,
cutting is not your one road to fame,
spare a thought for the ones who love.
Cutting is just an escape. Forever running to an unknown goal.
Crying is the true expression of human emotion. Don't cut, cry. :)
Don't give up hope. Don't resort to self-mutilation.
Because you only live once. Live cut-free!
