Red Lines

• Artist: Realpolidik
• Description:
• Date: 07/17/2014
• Tags: cutting depression metaphors hiddenmessage

There are red lines on this blank canvas
Drawn on in red ink

They appear, every time I begin to sink
When, too deeply I think

When I'm on the edge
When I'm on the brink

The red begins to slowly drip..
The painter couldn't stop...

So they painted away, until the blade..
Suddenly dropped...

Comments

[vanessaw14]

this poem means a lot to me. I don't condone cutting at all simply because I used to do it. And now I know it was a stupid mistake that took a long time to undo. Please don't self harm. And if you already do, get help. Cutting isn't gonna help you get better. It'll just make you dependent on a blade or knife til you run out of space to cut