So many times I have fallen away
like an angel in her own disguise.
Its like my wings are now shredded
and I can no longer seem to fly.
My scars and cuts show the battles
in which I couldn't seem to win.
Now the blood stains my diary
as it shields the demons within.
For now I can feel something
in which I can't seem to explain.
It has been condoned by agony
as it turns into this blazed pain.
It lies beneath the pages of abuse
where the blood stains the black ink.
Showing my true emotions inside
each and every single time I blink.
The pictures are now smeared
the blood drawing away my fears.
Leaving behind my imperfections
after so many long dreadful years.
For it has became my passage way
where no one can seem to find.
Deep within each page leads:
to the solitude of my own mind.
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Written August 24th, 2005
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Excellent!
You have such a way of sharing the depths of your soul, what a powerful piece penned from within, lots of emotion, captivates the reader, drawing them into feel your pain, and the overall flow of this piece was excellent as well...Thanks for sharing you, stay strong sweet soul!
-Timothy The Poetic Weaver
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I am loving this poem, it's so well written and interesting. I especially like this stanza:
The pictures are now smeared
the blood drawing away my fears.
Leaving behind my imperfections
after so many long dreadful years.
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love it love it love it keep up the good work again lovely write
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this poem is really great i like the description that u had use and the wording i like it is so sad and i can actually picture it and my mind thats good people can actually use there imagetion in this poem great job really did exllcent
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such saddness in each word. i just spent 2 weeks in a hospital for depression and cutting my wrists, i normally cut but this time i was just so tired of playing with it i tried to just get the final cut done. i'm not sure if i will continue to cut but it seems each waking moment is seing the flash of the blade and the blood. if i misunderstood your intention in this writting then i apoligize, i do understand the feeling of pouring your soul into the words just as if dripping blood into the ink. seems so much goes hand in hand.you wrote excellantly and i hope things dont seem as bad to you as the writting shows. sometimes we write what we are feeling at the time but not what is the subject of the heart.
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wow. that was really awesome. i dunno how to describe it, but i loved it. i definitely understand...i don't think I own anything that I use much that doesnt have at least one blood stain on it somewhere...
great write.
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I agree with Krimson, you have an amazing hook. it was wonderfully written. =D>
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Very true and relative to alot of things... sorry, but Im more of a short comment person
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very good
this is a very deep poem, you hve written eveything i feel well done -
Masterpeice
wow, this is really good,
I love it, you had me from the
first line,
I love this, because I can somewhat
realate, I think that this is
the best that I have read today,
so here you go. . .
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