let me tell you your future tonight
I promise to strip it off the fashion, the passion, the romance
I'll read it on your pair of dirty, sweaty hands
the story I carved into my arms so long ago
I'll take you to a journey with no end
we'll fly above rivers of tears and cities of ghosts
don't fear my scars, these arms are holding onto you strong
I'll lull you through this nightmare and soon, you'll wake up home
I'll show you how to love this paperman
and keep turning the pages for as long as the story goes
but as time's running, keep reading close
because this fairytale will end before you know
you have a spelling mistake, first stanza last line: it's carved not craved.
Much, MUCH better than most cutting poems on here! It's not baout the act of it, or the sadness that it spawns from, but the aftermath ans the strength that comes from it. So good!
I'm so glad you liked it! actually, I wrote this after I heard the story of a woman who had suffered from depression and self-mutilation for years and after her recovery she decided to help other people get well, too... isn' t it amazong, the way some people inspire others..?
WOW... This... is... true... art...