I know it doesnt flow very well, it isnt meant to. But I would love you to critique any other aspect of this poem!
Thanks!!
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“One cut” you said, “will clear your head.”
I took the razor blade from you,
Across my skin it went.
The blood flowing freely,
Made me forget.
I did it again and again.
Oh it made me feel so alive.
I loved the release I felt
As the razor blade glides across my skin.
But if only I hadn’t listened to you.
I wouldn’t be here today.
I would still be at home.
And I would be okay.
But instead, I’m in here
Getting treatment for being depressed.
I have scars all over the place
From my feet to my chest.
They say I tried to kill myself,
But it was supposed to be that way.
I told them that I was fine
And everything will be okay.
“One cut” you said, “will clear your head.”
I know that isn’t true.
Because all it took was one cut,
I wouldn’t be here with you.
