The sting of the blade
When it tears through my skin.
The adrenaline that rushes
Through my body within.
The way the blood
Flows down my arm.
The way I'm numb
When my body feels harm.
The way my pain
Is healed by a knife,
But if only the blade
Could have saved my life.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
