Deep

• Max Elliott, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

My knife slices deep,revealing shades of red,
Scars from before cover my body,
One cut for each person who hurt me,
One, two, three, four,salty tears run down my face,
Pushing,shoving,hurting,
What they did to me pushed me too far,
The knife shimmers a vibrant red,
I look around in pain,
The bath, stained, the knife, now blunt,
My screams echo through my brain,
Five, six, seven, eight,
Knife now dripping with blood,
Looking down at my legs,covered with the stains,
Of the blood that once poured,
Swirling, spinning, darkness all around,
Now all I hear is the knife’s crashing sound