Pretty blade pretty blade,
Make me forget.
The cut is made,
So don't you fret.
I won't die,
Pretty blade please.
I even try,
Pretty blade you're a tease.
I see the blood,
Pretty blade I want more.
Tears come in a flood,
But my skin is nice and sore.
Pretty blade pretty blade,
Just end it all.
I want to fade,
Instead of feeling so small.
Pretty blade do some harm,
I love the blood.
It falls down my arm,
Coming in a flood.
Pretty blade make it hurt,
So I don't feel the pain.
Oh, the effort I exert,
To make red fall like rain.
Pretty blade pretty blade,
I'll be buried by a tree.
Under the shade,
Where no one can see.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
