I Killed Myself Yesterday

[ThePinsir]

I couldn't feel the deep impact,
Writing in red with ease.
Sticking my little finger tips,
Bringing out the knife.

Carving words on my arm, I'd be interested to know what words in particular.
Looking to stain a vein. no me gusta
Thrusting in over again...
Humming my last tune. love it

But today I woke up again,
Reading the words with disgust.
But I woke up from yesterday,
And God, what about God?
I was alive.

~Orion

This is new and exciting :p


Seriously though, I like the opening "I couldn't feel". This suggests it's not the first time the speaker "killed himself". "Looking to stain a vein" seems kind of forced and awkward; that may just be me though.
"Humming my last tune" again suggests the speaker is calm and used to cutting, which makes the poem a bit deeper.

Then he/she wakes up in disgust. Maybe "waking up" is his/her deep realization that what he/she did is wrong. But you have the word "AGAIN". He's "woken up" several times before. The speaker is in a vicious cycle. He'll probably keep cutting and eventually kill him/herself.

Usually this isn't my cup of tea. I liked yours though.