The vicious words hurt me life a knife.
Don't they realise they are ruining my life?
They tease,
They please,
The others that stand by
And all I want to know is "why?"
They kick me and run,
Just to have a bit of fun.
I try and ignore but I can't
When they push me on the floor.
I put my pain in a box
And try to fix up the locks.
But it sneaks out the cracks
Reminding you of all the stuff you lack.
The vicious punches hurt me like a knife.
Don't they realise they are ruining my life?
They shove;
They love
The others that stand by.
The others that just watch me cry.
This burning pain is too much.
I want to die but the laws and such
Stop me;
Grip me
From eternal rest.
If I could die I would feel my best.
I can hear the laughing now.
It's like a splinter in my head.
But they won't be laughing
When they see a girl dead...
Author notes
Written June 4th, 2003
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250 points, ended June 8, 2003, 33 entries
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sdaBUR
iT Was a NIce won TO read, juST Like MArk knopHLer yeSS?
saBUR -
I have to agree with Cristos and give kudos where it's due... the emotions here have been picked and prodded to shreds by so many dark poets of the past, yet here you were able to not only personalize them but give them a refreshing melodical feeling... I really enjoyed this one. Feel free to check out my stuff, hope to see some more poems of yours soon!
Edited on Jun 09, 3:26 p.m. because 'spelling error'. -
I can hear your pain clearly here!
Interesting perspective!
I did enjoy!
Keep finding those places that make one feel!
Keep penning on my friend!
Bill -
hahahahahaha....oh man...a very cliched feeling...but you make it your own with your own words...bluh.....i don't know...it sounded like a song...i read it like ethan hawkings.....that made it funny for me...
ok...
peace
chris
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