knife, by Acerbated Subscribe to rss feed for Acerbated

slicing through flesh
causing the pain
of a thousand days
of emptyness
built up
and yet
the pain
is welcomed
realising the pain
of those days
of being stuck
in a world
where no one cares
about you
your life
your needs
your feelings
you do something
to catch there attention
something that makes you stand out
like talent
or special needs
like injuries
like the one
the knie
is making
and yesterday
Posted: 2006-05-12 04:25:20 UTC

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2006-06-07 03:15:56Faith
So many poems about cutting... what is the draw of it i wonder?