There's nothing in my heart
There's blood dripping down my leg
And the stinging pain,
Nearly ripping me apart..
There's blood on my fingers
Blood on my mind tonight
There's my blood on the paper
I sicken by the sight
There's blood on the floor
You never know what's going on
Behind closed doors
There's blood on the razor's edge
There's blood on my fingers
I can feel the warmth
I feel sick… I want to throw up…
I feel sick.. I'm going to throw up...
I'm sick…
There's blood on the floor
Can you tell what's going on
behind closed doors?
I should never
have swallowed the glass pieces.
Can you tell what's going on
behind closed doors?
There's blood on the razor's edge
There's nothing in my heart...
5 comments:
I am so thankful that you are HERE to write this painful experience !
I had so much FEAR from the terror of my memories that I couldn't sleep for over 3 mos straight, and wanted to end it all.
I thank LOVE that I am HERE and in a much better place.
Your poetry supports me on this healing road.
I too am very happy to be here. I hope that in sharing my experiences it can help show others that there is a road out of being the surviving victim and that it leads into a full, happy and complete LIFE. Being s survivor is good, but it is only a stepping stone to thriving and living life to the full.
Wow that is very powerful. Strong words and it leaves a message. In ways its saying that you can be going through so much hurt but no one can really tell no do they want to believe it. They are blinded by whatever. I like it.
i feel it... the words u typed really touched me..
03/08
Feeling dead inside.
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