Scars, fresh raised and red
Born of stainless razors edge
Bleed…to make me feel
Numb, I do not understand
What flawed design produced me
Sleeves long– Hide the shame
Attempts for naught this hollow fill
Am I all alone
Left to cut and poke and prod
To wake up the walking dead
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
That’s a pretty good description of it.
Thank you, I had hoped so.
I must say that I know this subject matter and you have described it very well. very well indeed.
Thank you very much. I know it can be a sensitive subject, but it is one that is important to deal with.
We have so many of these ‘walking dead’ among us – if we pooled our resources, there could be enough love to reach each one…
I agree with you, but that is a hefty “if” although it would be nice if it could be reality. :)
Reality doesn’t line up with my pipe dreams very often, I’ve noticed… ;(
No shame in that, I try to be very optimistic because it makes me happy to be that way, but sometimes it ends in disappointment. Stay the way you are. :)
Hi!! I have nominated you for the Super Sweet Blogger Award and the Sunshine Award, so do give it a look! :D Here is the link: http://saunved.wordpress.com/2013/05/03/awardtimeformanyandme/
Great poems…you rock!
Thank you so much for the dual awards, that is a first for me and I really appreciate it. I intend to spend part of the weekend and a portion of next week getting caught up on posting and responding to awards. I have let these get so far behind, that I really feel bad about it. Thanks again. :)
You are welcome and congrats for the awards :D
As a former cutter this was great to read. I think we should have more art and dialogue about cutting. It’s not as simple as people paint it. Bravo on this poem!
Thank you very much, issues such as this need to be addressed openly and without stigma. I appreciate your comment and be well my friend. Enjoy your weekend. :)