Emo Poem

I'm 13 years old.. And my life is a living hell.. I only had one way of getting rid of the pain I felt inside.. Not even my friends could help.. So I wrote this poem to tell you. About what I went through what I did every night When I was a cutter..

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I feel you and understand. I go through this on a daily basis, and there have been times I've wanted to end it, but my crush kinda keeps me going.

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Slice And Dice

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Published: May 2011

You look through drawers.. Once you find it..
What is it for..
You know damn well what its for.. You slid down the door..
You grip it tight in your right hand and pull up your sleeve..
You feel the cold metal press against your skin..
You press down till you know it's in..
Then?
You slice your wrist..
The pain stays not it going away..
You slice and dice again..
Pain... There it goes.. it's away..
Slice and Dice one more time.. Then you're fading away..
Your thinking great.. The
Slice and Dice worked..
You finally black out..
But..
You wake in the morning and think to yourself
Oh Shit her we go Again..

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  • by Kyle Blaney
  • 1 year ago

I feel you and understand. I go through this on a daily basis, and there have been times I've wanted to end it, but my crush kinda keeps me going.

  • by Ashley Thomas, LA
  • 4 years ago

I used to cut almost every day when I was a Freshman in High School. I am a Senior now and I cut once in a while. When my moods got so low, I would grab a box cutter knife and I would slice all the way up to my elbows. My friends found out and they freaked out. One of my friends told me never to do it again and that I could go to him for help if I ever felt like cutting again. Knowing he was there for me helped me through my depression and made me stop cutting.

  • by Jaclyn
  • 4 years ago

I tried to do that and I'm in hospital 10 times in 3 months. It's not fun.

  • by Taylor, USA
  • 5 years ago

Hello you're not alone. You probably heard that a lot. I'm 14 and all this emo stuff has died off remember 2006 and stuff I wish I grew up then. I'm in eight grade and the only emo. I'm super depressed and I can't be who I want and that hurts bad. People I like are different. I've got my friends but even they can't help you find the light when you're surrounded by darkness. No one gives me a chance I had a weird childhood I think, but sort of bad. I know how much worse everything could be but I hope I'm my the only one that is crying and doesn't even know I relate to this but whoever you are know that I care. I don't know you but I care deeply.

  • by Nene, England
  • 5 years ago

I'm only 15 and people be calling me names I pull up my sleeve and start to slice myself :c I been bullied since I was 5 now that been going for 10 years

  • by Daniel, England
  • 5 years ago

This is a common thing, we're all thirteen, we all started cutting. Things only get worse from here...

  • by Kiro Adams
  • 6 years ago

I can relate to this I've been told to commit suicide and all that but I now write poems and listen to music or punch a wall. It causes pain and might draw blood but it wont scar.

  • by Savannaa Lloyd
  • 6 years ago

"you're an emo fag" "you're a freak" "go kill yourself you emo bitch" do these words sound familiar? These words I hear everyday. I get pushed around, kicked down. Even the teachers are mean to me, my family, my school, even my 5 year old lil sister, my emo boyfriend is the only person who loves me. I come home from school, cut, and go to bed, I do that everyday, I'm only 12

  • by Angel
  • 7 years ago

I've had a problem with cutting in the past
and I turned to music and poetry I have books full of my Poems I love this one I can relate with it. If I could I would give you a 100,:)
Love it

  • by Bree
  • 7 years ago

I know how you feel. Someone once told me life will get easier I believe them now after meeting some people that know what I'm going through

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