Beg For the Blade-As always, Comments/Criticism Appreciated-

[mymelancholysoul]

I wrote this not too long ago. Yes the poem deals with cutting and depression, if you do not like the content I don't know what to tell you. There will be many things in life that we do not like. I rather like the outcome and I hope you will too. If not...ah well...

 

 

Get out of my head,

For you don't understand

And your making me beg

And your making me bleed.

But you'll never know,

Because ill withhold,

And fly away home.

Fly away to the rooftops,

Fall to the shore.

I bleed to the sink,

And sink to the floor.

Ill run away laughing,

Ill walk away smiling

And when your out of site,

I pull out my razor and bleed.

Ill sit all alone,

And contemplate more.

But most of all Ill bleed

And forget that your there.

Far away you've become

So distant and shadowed.

Ill stand on my own

And pretend nothing is wrong

While you hold me close.

Eventually you leave and I'm left to bleed.

Sitting alone,

Staring at the phone,

Wishing you were here,

While tearing away,

With a razor blade.

Out of the darkness,

You come as my light

And save me from myself.

Someday Ill find,

You all alone,

With a razor in hand

And tears on the floor.

But ill understand

And Ill beg for the blade,

Because ill want to cut

And show you its okay.

I know how it feels,

To be lost and alone,

So Ill show you the way

To far away shores.

Where there are no more voices,

And there are no more tears.

But you'll betray my soul,

And take my body.

Away goes my innocence,

Away goes my life.

You took it for yourself

And left me alone.

Ill walk past the sand

And sink in the water.

Ill never come up

And Ill never be back.

Ill beg for the blade,

And ask for forgiveness.

But you'll never know this,

Until you are here.

Because all you can see,

Is yourself in that mirror.

My reflection has faded,

And is nothing but ruins.

I find a way out,

But its something too permanent.

Perhaps a quick fix,

Is all I need.

Ill beg for the blade,

And forget you are there,

Because I need to bleed,

And you need to burn.

I shall live forever,

In the stains down the drain.

And when my brains cover the wall,

Remember you pulled the trigger,

The trigger of my gun

The gun in my hand,

The hand that controls,

All that I am.

So when your asleep,

Your eyelids closed tight,

Ill be awake,

Holding the knife.

[i_hate_the_world47]

that was an amazing poem.i loved it.mainly cuz i could relate.it was very well written.you are a talented poet.

 

~Meagan~

[EmptySoul]

Wow, that was really interesting. (in a good way.) this was my favorite part:

 

I shall live forever,

In the stains down the drain.

And when my brains cover the wall,

Remember you pulled the trigger,

The trigger of my gun

The gun in my hand,

The hand that controls,

All that I am.

So when your asleep,

Your eyelids closed tight,

Ill be awake,

Holding the knife.

 

Thanks for writing.

 

Empty

[hardcore]

well i'm not a cutter but i could feel where you come from . i'm more a kick back and shoot the brize kinda guy lol. it was really good i liked it . but if you want some one to say it sucked. i'm afraid i can't help you . i use to beable back when i feed off other's hate lol but i'm a changed man

 

hardcore