Raw

Scrape
Drag
Pull
Not enough to draw blood
Just until it’s all raw
Until the burn on my arm
Hurts more than the flame in my heart
Til the pain in my existence
Is no longer at the fore.
Then scrape, drag, and pull some more.

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doc98 commented on Raw

07-30-2013

I understand this poem all to well. Well written.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

LilliannaFenton’s Poems (27)

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Raw 1
Hope 1
We Were -Perfect-. 0
Am I? 0
He Cares. 1
Blood 1
Victim 0
Sweet Sensation 0
Why....? 0
Help Me 0
Going Crazy 0
Wolf 0
Kyla 0
Forever 0
Doubts 1
Misery 1
Escaped 1
Life 0
Love you 0
Scars 1
Or 1
End It 0
Death....My best friend 0
Given Up 1
Meaning of Love 2
Selfish 1
Till I Die 1