Consider the poem... not the author... will you comment?

[Rouxe]

STEEL HIDINGPLACE

Hide behind the cord
Of insufferable wit
Take the knife
Conceal the strife
Never relinquish it
I want to fall inside
The opening that’s made
Step into
The house of love
But I have not been bade
Watch the red line grow
Appear like magic stripes
Up and down
These arms of mine
Denying all their light
I yearn to stop this drug
I beg to bleed no more
But all I have
Is silver blade
And an open door

So I will cry

No more

Yes this is a poem about cutting. It was written in many ways from the empathic feelings I got from friends and recently… for myself.

Do not worry dear readers; consider the poem… not the author.

[ifny_fixpie]

Was this for me... even a little?

I hope you know why...

This is one of your best in my eyes but maybe that is because i connected to it most.

Thank you for sharing and know we love you.