The Incident

You bring the knife up to your wrist
You don't really know why you do this
But you do know it releases everything
The hate
The anger
The confusion
The incident that causes these feelings
Is one that you've lived with for seven years
But you've only just started to understand what happen to you
You've only just started to understand it's not normal
And that's what scares you
You don't understand why it happen to you
Why not someone else?
Why you?
Why you have to live with it
But you do know that cutting helps
You put pressure on your wrist
And slide the knife across your wrist
The blood spills
The feelings are released, for now



Poetry by Rachy
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Written on 2008-11-21 at 05:47

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
one word...

..WOW!!!!!
I haven't done cutting myself
but my latest poem "Readied Sword,
Razored Blood" is about suicide due
to me being down with things and I
can relate to the darkness in this poem.

WELL EXPRESSED :)

~L.~
2008-12-03