Broken heart, torn dreams
Nothing left but the tattered seams
Crimson art spills on her fragile skin
Her tears are nothing but drops of sin
Unkept promises, fresh strawberry wounds
How she wishes the end would come soon
Her eyes are never dry
She crumbles underneath the maddening lies
She gives into her unsteady mind
Bloodstained razors is the only thing you'll find
Her soul is rapidly falling apart
Their's no mending this broken heart...
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dunno where this came from. just tell me wat you think
Written May 16th, 2006
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WOW! What can I say? This is awesome! I'm speechless lol. I can totally relate to this poem, because I've felt just like this before. You truly did a great job with this one, and I love it! Keep up the great work, Jessica.
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wow. this is beyond awesome! i love the way u wrote it. it flowed really well. amazing job and keep it up!
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Amazing. Wonderful. Short, yet so strong. I really like this one, it's got good flow and rhyme. I missed reading your poems! I'm so glad to finally be able to again. Anyway, awesome job!
Jessie -
Another dream about me im guessing? Jonsie i want all this s.hit to end too. But i cant help the fact if cutting *sometimes* makes me feel better. like i said i feel like im always doing something wrong around everyone. and not just the cutting. i mean like just the way i am. im so emotionally confused right now. either im up, down, happy, sad, angry, love sick, or just feeling alone when i know that i am not. i dunno. it's very hard to explain, and i wish i could explain it. im sorry that my cutting is bringing you all these nightmares. was it the same one? i have been trying to find other ways to cope with things. like drawing or writing and singing. but when i write people arent happy with it, and i cant draw that well so i get frustrated. when i sing, i feel somewhat better, but in a way the music makes me sadder. i know i havent been the greatest person to you right now. the smallest things that shouldnt bother me are, and i try not to let them get to me but i cant help it sometimes. i know what you're thinking "yes you know god damn well that you can help it" but honestly i cant sometimes. i guess my attitude about things arent helping you or any one out. anyway, i hope those nightmares come to an end. cuz i feel REALLY bad about it. and i know that im sorry isnt going to help any bit. ttyl. lylas.
Isabel
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I don't know what to say..another dream. Isabel I''m tired of this happening to me. I want it to end. I don't like waking up in the middle of the night crying. I wish it'd stop.
W/E u don't need to know
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Oh...Woww...this was like..really really sad. I dont know what to say... It was really good. And i loved it.
Well done
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Very well written. It has a sad note to it, but the wording is lovely. I liked the 'crimson art' and the 'strawberry wounds'. Not common metaphores, but original. You described the feelings of overwhelming depression perfectly.
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