modern day bloodletting

By the broken

i cut my myself yesterday just to feel the blood escape

i love it when the pain and sorrow leaves my veins

when i forget all the memorys that cause the strain

when i get that feeling of bliss inside my brain

that feeling that i am safe

tucked away in some other place

but the the moments gone quick and you got demons to face

you walk to the mirrior

to wipe away, all of the blood and the tears

and there you see, all of your mistakes

anyone you ever hurt, anyone that hurt you

and you just hope that it all will be over soon

so you resort to the liquor

to drown them away

or a little drugs

to be safe for the day

but they always come back

and instantly they attack

so again you resort to the blade

and repeat the process that your pain has made

till the day, you cut just a little too deep

and then you have to fall into a enternal sleep

six feet in the ground counting thousands of sheep

above it no one cries no one makes a peep

all thats left of you is memory

and a small tombstone that reads

"my life was horrid filled with sorrow

there was never a day i looked forward to tomorrow

no body ever helped me, lent me a hand, or gave me just a little love

that is why i sit in this casket it fits like a glove

surrounded by bodies memories with only stone

forever in this cemetery i never have to be alone"

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Copyright 2012 joshua lee mccourt
Published on Thursday, November 29, 2012.     Filed under: "Abuse" and "Poetry"
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  • Cassette On Saturday, December 30, 2017, Cassette (1144)By person wrote:

    haunting

  • A former member wrote: Absolutely haunting but love the idea of never being alone in a field of bodies......

  • Gray Vision On Wednesday, February 13, 2013, Gray Vision (425)By person wrote:

    Well hello there, I had no idea you existed until now. Just came across your work by share luck, rolling the dice, but it took me here of all places what are the odds of that? Anyhow as for this read you did a wonderful job painting imagery with your words, the next time you feel like cutting message me instead. Looks like you'd like to work on the talking thing so if you'd like to, you can talk to me. I still don't think cuttings worth it, I've never had to or thought about it but I had a friend once that did and its because of her that I wrote the poem "Agony," similar to this one. Anyhow I'm up to talk when ever so don't hesitate, thank you for sharing and take care of yourself.

  • A former member wrote: I love this and that's all I have to say

  • PoetessDarkly On Thursday, November 29, 2012, PoetessDarkly (700)By person wrote:

    cutting only shows your scars on the outside. I won't heal the once you put yourself through each and everyday. The key to happiness is being strong enough to forgive yourself. I was tortured as a child, I thought numberous times of taking a cut to the wrist. My scars are both inside and out. I couldn't stand the sympathetic looks from others. We are the hardest onto ourselves. There isn't a damn thing on this earth more distructive then the judgment of inside yourself. Your poem made me stop for a moment and reflected how I am now compared to when I was younger, and I wouldn't change a damn thing because I made myself strong. Keep writing keep faith in the fact that you are strong enough to put pain into words.

  • dwells On Thursday, November 29, 2012, dwells (4288)By person wrote:

    The euphoria is only the hypoxia created by lack of oxygen to your brain I do believe. It always gets harder around the holidays, cheers!


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