Free verse № 53998
A Promise
I sit here,
debating,
whether or not
to pick it up
I want to...
it's so shiny
and beautiful
and sharp
It's beauty makes a promise
a promise of relief
a promise of pain
a promise of control
Its like it calls to me
telling me I want to, need to
even though I've been told
to say away from it
I know I shouldn't
but I want to
oh so bad
I want to
I'll just hold it
I tell myself
maybe then
the urge will go away
So I do
I pick it up
But if anything
the urge is stronger
Maybe if I just hold it closer
against my wrist
that'll be enough
to make the urge stop
Once again, it just gets stronger
Maybe if I just pull it
against my wrist
without pressing down
the urge will go away
Again, it doesn't, just gets stronger
If it's that stong
maybe I should just give in, I think
as I feel the wonderful pain
this beautiful promise makes
7 comments
i debated on contuing to read
but i went against better judgement and
kept on reading
and wow
i was amazed
i felt the urge
while reading your shit
to cut my own wrists
thansk a lot psycho
Maybe if I just pull it
against my wrist
without pressing down
the urge will go away
The stanza above is your strongest.
Thank you for obliging me with your effort.
My vote: 6
Good day Sir
(BTW- I'm a she lol)
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