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The Blade (Poem I Wrote)

Billy

Billy

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I wrote this from the experience of a friend who at the time wasn't in a good place in his mind. Now I stress on this matter he did NOT self harm but had thoughts about doing so.

I place the blade right against my skin
I then start to press down and let it begin
The pain and the bliss now combined within
The blood pours down the sides of my arm
I do not know why but I want to cause harm
I just want to hurt and I just want to feel
The pain is the only thing in life that is real
I know I deserve to suffer and I deserve to bleed
Which is why I take the knife and I proceed
The blood drips from my fingers to the ground
As I bleed I stare and I don't make a sound
I bleed and I cry and start to ask, Please God why?
And as always I sit and I wait and get no reply
Mixed emotions when it comes to the knife
I love it I hate it, it helps and damages my life
At the exact same time but I don't let it go
For it served to me as a friend not long ago
So I cut and I bleed as I cry and I scream
Treating reality as if it was like another dream
But I did it tonight and I'll do it again tomorrow
For the knife is my only cure from the sorrow
 
Geez Billy, that's really deep.Made me cry.Far too many people feel this way.I really hope your friend is alright.
 
Another great poem Billy! Excellent choice of words and it is easy to relate with, and for me that is what makes poems great, the ability of reaching many people. Congratz
 
It cuts through Billy, touching words.. Self harm fir some at some point does seem good.. U've captured his emotions perfectly.. Hope he is ok
 
I see myself in your poem, I have gone through same situation many times
Got into depression
Yet noone to love me
Felt lonely, thinking der is noone for me
Alive yet dead inside
A smile on ma face, crying loud inside
U leave me alone, in this unknown world
U break ma heart, you r full of heart
Sleepless nyts, make my pillow wet
Tried to harm myself, but my hands shivers
Didn't learn to live with out u in my world
Thank god I have my family who showed me love and support me in all conditions


This is the 1st time in my life I wrote something like this, after reading ur poem @Billy i wanted to express mine. thank you
 
maya21f said:
I see myself in your poem, I have gone through same situation many times
Got into depression
Yet noone to love me
Felt lonely, thinking der is noone for me
Alive yet dead inside
A smile on ma face, crying loud inside
U leave me alone, in this unknown world
U break ma heart, you r full of heart
Sleepless nyts, make my pillow wet
Tried to harm myself, but my hands shivers
Didn't learn to live with out u in my world
Thank god I have my family who showed me love and support me in all conditions


This is the 1st time in my life I wrote something like this, after reading ur poem @Billy i wanted to express mine. thank you

your positive attitude heals it soon babe & nice poem!!!
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Billy said:
I wrote this from the experience of a friend who at the time wasn't in a good place in his mind. Now I stress on this matter he did NOT self harm but had thoughts about doing so.

I place the blade right against my skin
I then start to press down and let it begin
The pain and the bliss now combined within
The blood pours down the sides of my arm
I do not know why but I want to cause harm
I just want to hurt and I just want to feel
The pain is the only thing in life that is real
I know I deserve to suffer and I deserve to bleed
Which is why I take the knife and I proceed
The blood drips from my fingers to the ground
As I bleed I stare and I don't make a sound
I bleed and I cry and start to ask, Please God why?
And as always I sit and I wait and get no reply
Mixed emotions when it comes to the knife
I love it I hate it, it helps and damages my life
At the exact same time but I don't let it go
For it served to me as a friend not long ago
So I cut and I bleed as I cry and I scream
Treating reality as if it was like another dream
But I did it tonight and I'll do it again tomorrow
For the knife is my only cure from the sorrow
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Poetry is a safe haven you are correct :) but it was also an escape for me, a way to get rid of all the anger and frustration that I had, it still helps me to this day, but I've not written anything recently that I feel worthy of sharing
 
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