Poems about cut



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№ 1208375

Cut

So I play in the wound
Opening the edges again
Ripping the healing that's taken place
Pushing the muscles about
Creating my own red stream
Guiding it across my flesh
Pulling back the scab
Feeling my vitals tiptoe about
Checking for humanity behind lifted skin


cut.

Author: Beaux
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Date: 05/04/2020


№ 1204448

Cut him

My mind is tucked up.
Let's cry and self harm.
Then kill our school.
Use your blade to peel their skin.
Then tie them down and watch them wince.
Cut them, cut them, cut them
Watch them bleed
Kill the evil, bathe in their sin
Bloody, bloody I love the blood
I'm salty supposedly
I hate you you cause my sin
I'm salty but mentally you assault me
Take me away from this place fake lord.
Ooh don't worry I'll help myself.
I saw my wrist but I don't mind.
I like my pain it helps me think.
About my my ways and all my sins.
Shut up, shut up,
Voices in my head.
You think that I will be dead.
Drown out the voices in my brain.
I'll sink them in my bloody pain.
Till my veins run out of juice.
Drain me, hurt me
I'm already dead.
So kill me, kill me
Help me reach my end.


cut.

Author: IzzieDysFucktional
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Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204235

Cut From The Same Cloth

The heart
Shall
Only work
With
The fabric of
Love
Because
We
Are cut from
The
Same cloth


cloth,  cut.

Author: Stu Harley
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Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1198491

Cut

I've been put into isolation
A big metal box
I've started thinking about suffocation
But the cuts on my arm burn
Too much for me to think
The voices in my head distract me
Slut
Slut
Slut
There should be more choices
But it comes down to two things
Mental or physical
Don't cut or cut
But the decisions been made
Cut
Cut
Cut


cut.

Author: Vacant Soul
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Date: 27/03/2020


№ 1195973

I think we carved our names into a tree in front of that school and i think it's probably overgrown or cut down by now

Do you ever wish you didn't?
Do you ever wish it were simple?
I often find myself longing for something easy
Something readable
But we've built ourselves from complex wood engravings
I suppose that's part of our story
And i wouldn't trade a minute of our starlight
But you have to admit
Sometimes simple sounds perfect


carved,  cut,  front,  names,  overgrown,  school.

Author: wren cole
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Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1195452

Why I Cut

He asks me why I cut
Fingers lightly tread the battered remains of my now feeble wrists
A question I've answered a million times in my head
Desperately wanting someone to ask
As if my jumbled thoughts might sound better outside the contents of my skull
My explanation catches in my throat
A conversation a million times rehearsed rings silent
He waits.
It is impossible to explain cutting to someone who has never purposely taken a blade to their own skin
Much like it is impossible to explain the addiction of a heroin addict to someone who has never been high
It is an escape
It is taking back control of a world that spins far too fast for its own good.
And for many it is power,
Feeling so insignificant in this world
A pawn in the hands of fate on any normal occasion can dictate life or death with a razor in their hand.
It makes you feel something when you no longer feel anything
It is a tattoo marking every day you've been too weak to carry on but survived
They are tragically beautiful scars tracing our bodies
That most of us would rather die than give up.
All of these things make no sense to a normal person
But I am so far from normal.
But maybe my silence is enough to make him understand
This taboo isn't worth fretting over.


cut.

Author: Eli Smith
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Date: 24/03/2020


№ 1194021

Summer's Cut Grass

How strong I can recall
Summer's cut grass
Damp from the thick
Southern air
We danced with plastic castles
In our arms
Dodging sprinklers
In neighbors' yards
A child's bliss
Ignoring calls
Of supper and setting suns
We ran on

Wet concrete
Beneath my feet
Felt like sand
And salt marsh breeze
Wandered gentle
Through my hair
Not quite a beach
But nearly there

Then quietly
The whirr of mowers
Disappeared
Summer's white noise
Cut from my ears

We ambled home
Tired in and out
Called back by good request
Of stomach's pleading
And light's arrest


cut,  grass,  summer.

Author: Julie Slonecki
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Date: 23/03/2020

№ 1193745

Cut me some more ♥.

Your love cuts me
Like a knife
&
I am happy
To bleed for you.


cut.

Author: Haley
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Date: 23/03/2020

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