- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Little Cuts
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Little cuts upon my arm,
I knew not it would cause such harm.
I took the knife and ran it through,
I didn’t know I was hurting you.
I thought it would be ok, that no one would care or see.
When you lose all hope, it’s hard to believe.
Little scars mar my wrist.
I felt better after doing this.
Light a joint and I’m okay. Talk to myself.
Take the sharp things from the shelf.
Hiding the lies from you pretty eyes,
I’m a little devil in disguise.
Little rips inside my soul,
I’m lost, broken, alone, and cold.
Forever I wish that I could sleep,
My soul torn to shreds for the shadows to keep.
Disrupted dreams, nightmares of rape and dying.
I wake up for the day and go back to sleep crying.
Little holes through my heart,
Life twists the knife and then departs.
So close to me resides Death’s Kiss,
And I imagine all the things I’ll miss.
I can’t let go yet, die I just cannot do.
Of all the people I could stay for, I’ll stay for you.
