These are Just three of the longer poems that I've written. The first long poem I ever written is 'A Ballad'. It basiclly sumerizes my life, struggle, and feelings, while going through cutting and depression. The second one is 'The War'. It depicts how, when, were, and why I cut. The third one being 'Friend Or Foe?'. Try and figure out what it's about. Enjoy them!
A Ballad
Ive lost all desire to wanna live
Only one way to end my frustrations
By flesh uniting with sharp serations
Just to cut once anything I will give
It seems there’s no end to the pain I’m in
I need my knife like an addict needs drugs
This suffering I’m in I must lug
Seems like this strggle I will never win
Ive lost my desire to want to eat
This pain I’m in has full control of me
I just wish it will let me be free
For now I can say it has me beet
I can’t even goto sleep at night
Cause I’m in such an emotional rut
Once more I have the desire to cut
My future right now don’t look to bright
My parents are being a royal pain
If I take my knife and cut right now
My parrents will be wonderring how
Long it’ll be before I go insane
Keeping my feelings lock up inside
Pain is what I need to set them free
This deed I need to do just let me be
With them around all I can do is hide
I’ve no will for doing anything
Part of me wishes that I could die
But all I do is sit in bed and cry
An end to the pain is all im wanting
Cutting helps see me thruogh another day
Cold sharp steel helps ease the pain away
Even if its just for one more day
My miserey I now must cut away
(C)1998 CuTTiNg-BlAdE
The War
In my room I isolate
Heavy Metal cranked up high
Debating If I want to die
Or how much my self I hate
Now into battle I must go
To bring an end to this pain
That is making me insaine
Always brining me down low
As I prepare to go into war
I prepare the tools of my trade
Tissues, alcohol, and my blade
Askin what am I living this for (Leah, Green200)
As I begin to aim my blade
Its sharp edge sparkles in the light
As I prepare to fight
My memories begin to fade
As the razor tears my flesh
No physical pain do I feel
Other then feeling alive and real
As cold steel and warm blood clash
My battle wounds are always deep
Now the enamie has been slain
As blood rushes from my vein
A reminder of this I will always keep
I sit and watch myself bleed
Contemplating what I have done
But I feel calm cuase my feelings are gone
and my anger is starting to receede
As I start to walk away
I know the battle I have won
But the war is far from done
Cause the beast shall come-back someday
As I look at the wound on my arm
I remember the battles of the past
Wondering if this would be my last
Or how long my self I would harm
Friend Or Foe?
Taste me you will see
More is all you'll need
On you'r pain I will feed
Putting an end to you'r miserey
I will run through you
In you'r time of need
I will make you bleed
During the hard times I'll get you through
I will help you feel
When your'e feeling numb
And think that you're dumb
Making you'r pain a bit more real
I will smash your dreams
Your mind I will twist
Cause I'm hard to resist
Call my name cause I'll hear your screams
For I'm cold, hard, steel
I am you'r best friend
You'r pain I will end
Scarring you as we make our deal
(C) 1999 CuTTiNg-BlAdE
