The First Cut

[EvanescenceFan121381]

WARNING: If you have anything against cutting, I advise you to skip this poem.

I put a lot of myself and my experiences into this poem. If you don't want to hear about what I've done, again, skip this poem.

The blood rains down my leg
I do not bother to stop it
It hurts
It hurts but it helps
I wonder how long it will bleed
I wonder if it will take my life

I wonder how I got this way
And if I will ever be able to change
The pain in my leg is nothing
Compared to the pain in my heart

It bleeds and bleeds
It hurts and helps
It slowly drains my life

But alas, this is not the day for my life to end
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I let the pain put my mind at ease
Waiting for the day when the blood will take my life.

[lya4c]

O.O your... experiences?

[EvanescenceFan121381]

Ah. Yes. I cut myself, well, we're up to three times now. The legs, which is part of why it's my experiences. And the whole, "It hurts but it helps," thing is very true. And I don't bother to stop the bleeding, I don't want to. I wasn't suicidal though, so the ending isn't as much from my experiences. And I do wonder all that. And the part that says, "The pain in my leg is nothing compared to the pain in my heart..." Well, that's why I cut, to overwhelm the emotional pain. I used to use a rubber band and snap myself with that when I needed to cut, but today I didn't have one, so I cut. I have another one on my wrist now, I hide it with a scrunchie.

[Ranna]

Whoa...and I'm glad you never intended to kill yourself EF, cause I'd find out where you live, and bring you back to life. Wether you like it or not.

And that's an amazing poem.