Trying to hold on in a world of darkness
Your grip loosens as you see your reflection
Staring into a mirror of lost thoughts
For the first time you are without a mask
You lose your grip and are pulled into the darkness
Enveloped into a world once so familiar
You are a child again you are innocent
You play amongst the other children
Unaware of the storm cloud creeping closer
Playing in the sand box
The laughter of the children drowns out the thunder
The rain begins to fall
Like thousands of razors
It cuts up the children below
For a moment screams fill the air
Then there is nothing
The children lie motionless in pools of blood
Looking around you see that you are still there
Untouched by the rain
Standing up you cry tears of blood
All around you are the bodies of your friends
There is no point in trying to wake them
For they are long gone
Something shiny half hidden in the sand
Bending down you pick it up
A Razor
Putting it against your wrist
You pull it across
Over, and over again
Till a river of blood flows from your wrist
Falling to the ground you feel the wet sand between your fingers
Slowly you begain to drift
A smile on your face
You are free…
Beep!…Beep!…Beep!
Sitting up quickly
Cold sweat runs down your pale face
Feeling around you are back in bed
The remains of the dream begin to dissipate
Leaving you cold inside
Holding your knees against your chest you try to forget
The tears sting your eyes as they begin to form
Looking through the darkness
You feel your arm the scars still visible
Still numb to the touch
You pick up the shiny object on the table
And begin to forget, and free yourself
forever trapped in the coldness of pain
the pain of a cutter
Author notes
-Freedom is Just A lie told to those to give them hope-
even in death you are never free, because as long as you let your memories take Precedence you will never be free, in reading this a couple more times it kinda seems more like a story and not like a poem owell
Written January 25th, 2006
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interesting
very interesting -
touching
i cried... wonderfully written
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awsome
flows so nicely, and i can relate. i think it's a well written piece. the imagery is excellent. and the story line is so true. although hope is sometimes what you need, even when there is hope the thoughts dont always go away and you are never fully free. look down the scars still are there to remind you. they don't disappear no matter how free you feel. -
i love it as always! your poms are always so unique. great imagery and such!
it's been a while... i hope everythings going good.
~ infinite love and all that other junk~
~`*wanda*`~ -
Greatly approved
Hey this is really good i like the comparison like with the rian and the razors. You can tell a lot about the persons life by reading their poetry thanks *howl* -
Mangoriffic
I loved the imagery, especially the rain drop razors! I'd say I understand but I really don't, I can't cut myself. This was great! -
i have no idea what to say...it's just...wow...this was really really good...i loved it...great job...keep writing...<3Anna
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thanks
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wow, interesting . i liked it a lot!!!
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