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Made of lead

I search my closet, I need one more,
One more time I hit the floor,
One pill two pill three pill four,
Close the curtains and lock the door.

Building a wall in my head,
cold metal makes my wrists turn red,
cracking wall, made of lead,
Block the words that they said.

Screaming for help, crying,
Save me from me dying,
You are always prying,
So I am always lying.

Hit me punch me kick me more,
Watch me bleed call me whore,
Rip me beat me untill your sore,
See me broken on the floor.

Author notes

if anyone could think of a title for this for me i would be very happy...so happy i might applaud them 3 times!!!
Written May 31st, 2005

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  • Tierra del Fuego
    May 31, 2005
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    Umm....I'd comment but I can't actually read it maybe its my computer but Its really difficult to see in that blue color.


  • amaranth816
    May 31, 2005
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    I dunno... I kinda prefer "Made of Lead" because throughout the poem the speaker withstands so much, or "Close the Curtains" because the speaker is shutting the horror out. Not that "Broken on the Floor" is bad, but it seems a little cliche. By the way, this was a beautiful write. I just loved the flow! Oh, and in the last line, did you mean "seem" or did you actually mean "see"?


  • psycho433
    May 31, 2005
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    I agree with the "broken on the floor" thing for the title.

  • megansafteryou
    May 31, 2005
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    This is very sad... and the imagery is beautiful. I don't normally like suicide/cutting poems, I just think it's a bunch of brooding nonsense, but this had words that moved me, they weren't the same words that I always read in self mutilation poems. I like how you painted a picture of popping pills after desperately searching for some. I think a good title would be "Broken on the Floor" or simply "Broken."