{"sf1_id":1012182,"sf2_id":"ve3W8Gqe","title":"Blades, Fur, and Blood. - medium poem","author":"Fane_Vulpesaur","words":211,"posted_at":"2016-05-26T01:13:00.000Z","tags":["2011","Blade","Blood","Depression","Dinosaur","Fox","Hybrid","Male","Mild gore","Poem","Poetry","SFW","Self Harm","Selfharm","Suicide","Vulpesaur","furry","suicidal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1012182-blades-fur-and-blood-medium-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3W8Gqe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/15/e41584bf-0360-4dca-ad9d-027e0c58650e","description":"This poem was written all the way back in 2011 and edited to make it in the point of view of my main sona, Fane on 5/25/2016. I was a freshman in high school and was experiencing my second wave of severe depression. At the time I was self harming and wanted to describe how it feels to me and in some ways explain why I did. I do not condone self harm of any type. If you do self harm seek help! If you ever need somefur to talk to never be afraid to message me.\nWritten by me, Fane Star","content":"The blade is cold and sharp.\n\nIt slices through my fur and skin\n\nQuick and smooth.\n\nThe blood pools.\n\nDark red soaking my orange and black fur.\n\nMy tears can't fall.\n\nThey burn the ducts they are stuck in.\n\nDarkness surrounds my heart.\n\nThe want for death to emerge\n\nFrom the deepest parts of my soul.\n\nAgain, the blade bites.\n\nMore blood gushes and pools.\n\nMy arm will always be scarred.\n\nFor now it's red from fresh blood.\n\nMy arm begins to weaken.\n\nHope is once again absent.\n\nAgain, and again the blade gnaws at my skin, through my fur.\n\nWaves of blood pour onto the floor.\n\nTears still stuck in my blue and green eyes.\n\nThe blade is now warm.\n\nCoated in fresh blood.\n\nA sigh of relief escapes as my vision darkens.\n\nMy stress is now forever gone.\n\nThrough the blur and the weakness,\n\nI manage one final slice.\n\nBlood streams onto the floor.\n\nThe tears finally dry in their ducts.\n\nThe blade slips from my weakened hand.\n\nThe blood continues to seep as my vision becomes black.\n\nI can greet the nothingness with no more pain.\n\nMy body fell, but my soul remains.\n\nTo reawaken it's body in the misery of the morning sun.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Written by: Fane Star  \n  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}