The thought.
The thoughts I have.
they consist of negativities
and positives, also.
the thought to take the razor to my arm
the only time I feel relief
is when the cool, shiny
piece of metal touches my warm,
tough skin
I have thought this a time or two
but there has been no time
when I see the river of red soak through my bed
For I have thunk it but
I have never acted
Each day I wonder...
Why haven't I?
When will I?
I have not the guts to create cuts
along my tough skin.
for the fear of the butcher knife, and my life
I feel those thoughts more often than not.
This poem was written by sam on Mar 11, 2008.
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When one chooses to harm themselves in this manner, they don't realize the ripple effects. Not only are they cutting themselves...they are cutting into so many others that are involved in their life, one way or another... BTW...it's sounds as though this character DOES have the gutts- to JUST SAY NO!!! Interesting piece. ~PEACE OUT
You dont do it because you have friends who look out for you