Save Me (Poem Written On Arm)

I’m writing this poem.
On the warmth of my arm.
There’s a feel of aggression.
The desire to harm.

But I saw a Sharpie.
Another way out.
How long can this last?
When I am the lout?

Next time this won’t be in ink.
Save me.


About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

7 responses »

  1. notjeffery says:


  2. notjeffery says:

    The anguish is deep and painted with such conviction.

  3. pollutedpoet says:

    Wow…. that was amazing… only a true poet could think of something like that.. I must have read it five or six times… I love the spontanious passion of it all!

    5 stars

  4. 2zpoint says:

    All though the cuts are to release pain the pain will still be there but the thing that I would say to do is give time to some one who needs help. Particularly the weakest people around (i.e. The cancer Treatment Center,Burn victim rehabilitation, or an old folks home) the pain will disappear and be replaced by love and respect.

    • I know it only brings pain, I’ve been there far too often and watched far too many go there. I try and help others, that helps me. Mostly God helps me, though. Through people, but I know He’s the One who put the people who help me in my life.

  5. Jingle says:

    take the awards after you are done,

    for Poets Rally, 3 poems can be submitted….

    also, vote your favorite poets after you finish your initial 18 commenting….

    Thanks a lot!
    have fun!

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