Love walked out the door
And I have gone around looking for her
In the worst possible places.
“Just once and it’ll be over,”
Death whispered in my ear
And The Razor saved me from the pain she left me in
As I carved her name deep into my skin
One stroke after the other,
One wasn’t enough..
Puffy and red,
Like her skin all those nights in my bed..
Deeper and deeper into my flesh,
Only this time there were no moans, no screams, no tears, no suffering, just utter silence.
When I wrote this poem, it was impromptu. I saw the picture and I loved it.. So I haven’t had the time or energy to think about it or edit it.
I’m so weak today. It took all the strength in me to help one of my best friends pick a cake for her mum’s birthday. Now I can’t get out of bed; I can’t even eat. I’m too tired to function.
I hate this feeling of helplessness, like I can’t do anything right. Took me long enough to gather the strength to reach out and pick up my phone.
I don’t know if this is happening because I’ve not really been able to sleep for a few days now but I’m just plain sick and tired of this. I have things to do, places to go to, people to see, calls to make, stuff to write but I feel like I’m stuck in my bed with this terrible ache in my head and all over my body.
Typing this afterword right now is a lot of work for me so I’m just going to stop here. I sincerely hope you enjoy the poem.
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