Poem time....

Chapter 1

Bleed.

Yes, I'm okay. This is just what comes out when I write while being slightly depressed.....

The shiit, the shiit that happens.
It broke me.
I grabbed the blade.
But it wouldn't cut, it wouldn't bleed.
I bit my lip, my eyes filled with tears.
You're just being a pussy, I told myself.
I tried again.
But still, it wouldn't cut, wouldn't bleed.
What the fvck, I thought.
It grew red and angry...just not the kind I had in mind.
No matter how many times I tried...
It wouldn't cut, it wouldn't bleed.
I threw the blade at the wall.
It stuck.
When I pulled it out, there was a gash in the wood.
Why didn't it do that to me?
What kept it from going deep?
The shiit, the shiit that happens.
It breaks me down.
But still, no matter how hard I try...
It won't cut.
It won't bleed.
It won't give me the release....
The release I need.

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