Wanting to break an empty promise
Knowing I can’t
My skin screams for the pain
My mind is aching for the satisfaction
The memory of that pain making my life better floods back
The memory only makes it harder to control the urge to harm
My hands search for something to control the urge
I walk into the bathroom and break a mirror
Looking into it reminds me of what my life is
Shattered, disoriented, and lonely
As I glance down, I see the piece of a broken promise
I take a deep breath, hoping I can hide it
Pushing the glass deep into my longing skin,
I feel an immense feeling of satisfaction
I cannot control how deep it goes
It’s not me; I feel no pain
Looking at my blood drenched wrist,
Realizing I let everyone down with that one cut
I look and notice it’s pumping out
I put a washcloth over it and press hard
Only, it’s not stopping the dark red liquid
Feeling light headed, I try to stand up, only to fall right back down
My body is very weak and I am now lying in a pool of blood
I close my eyes and think about what would happen if I hadn’t done this
Remembering the suicide poem I wrote out of anger in my drawer
Only hoping my parents find it
This was an accident, it wasn’t suppose to end like this
But the emptiness I feel inside was too much to carry
All I can say to those I love is good-bye
And I’m sorry for my shattered promises
Knowing I can’t
My skin screams for the pain
My mind is aching for the satisfaction
The memory of that pain making my life better floods back
The memory only makes it harder to control the urge to harm
My hands search for something to control the urge
I walk into the bathroom and break a mirror
Looking into it reminds me of what my life is
Shattered, disoriented, and lonely
As I glance down, I see the piece of a broken promise
I take a deep breath, hoping I can hide it
Pushing the glass deep into my longing skin,
I feel an immense feeling of satisfaction
I cannot control how deep it goes
It’s not me; I feel no pain
Looking at my blood drenched wrist,
Realizing I let everyone down with that one cut
I look and notice it’s pumping out
I put a washcloth over it and press hard
Only, it’s not stopping the dark red liquid
Feeling light headed, I try to stand up, only to fall right back down
My body is very weak and I am now lying in a pool of blood
I close my eyes and think about what would happen if I hadn’t done this
Remembering the suicide poem I wrote out of anger in my drawer
Only hoping my parents find it
This was an accident, it wasn’t suppose to end like this
But the emptiness I feel inside was too much to carry
All I can say to those I love is good-bye
And I’m sorry for my shattered promises
Author notes
xXSuicidal KissesXx
- A day stained in blood The life of a c group list • next in list
A contest entry
- give me something deep by Poetic Drug.
360 points, ended April 2, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - One Hundred Poems by Lady-Pegasus.
700 points, ended April 10, 2007, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pain, Without Love. by La Tua Cantante.
425 points, ended April 13, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love this poem I love everything about it.... ily <3


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arwsome
I really like this poem. it has great flow and deep meaning.well done .

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thats sad.... its really good though... good job.
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OMG i am in LOVE with this poem. it fell like this alot, so i can really relate to this. LOVE IT♥
♥♥Sami♥♥
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This is a wonderfully morbid poem and I enjoyed reading it much. My favorite part is;
"Wanting to break an empty promise
Knowing I can’t
My skin screams for the pain
My mind is aching for the satisfaction"
I know exactly how you feel/ felt while writing this poem. Good luck in my contest.
-La Tua.


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Wow
I love this. It's very well written. So much emotion in a single poem. Sad and yet, beautiful.
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Thank you for your contest submission, I do need to ask you review the rules and edit your submission appropriately. Please IM me and let me know this has been done, thank you.
A well written raw piece of deep pain. a subject I cannot empathize with, but sympthiae with, to be certain, and understanding deep and almost intolerable pain I can relate to. Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors.
Hetohke'e *

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Thank you for the requested edit, submission has been noted.
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oh wow... this is definitley deep thanks for entering
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omg wow
this is so good!!! i cant speak words of how good this is!!! i totally relate to this!!! im sry taat u had to feel like this but ive been there!!!! this is so good good job!!!
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your a really good writter, such great talent. i really enjoyed this poem and i understand these feelings, and i can relate, i just hope nothing ended up happening.
keep up the great work.
take care,
XoXoXoXoX

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YOUR ABILITY TO SHOW YOUR TALENT IN WRITING POEMS IS GETTING STRONGER EVERYTIME YOU WRITE. YOU SAID YOU WOULD WORK ON A LOVE POEM NEXT. HOW IS THAT GOING? DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALKS WE HAVE HAD IN THE PAST AND JUST RECENTLY THAT AS A PERSON TELLS THEMSEVES A CERTAIN WAY TO BEHAVE OR HOW TO ACT THEN EVENTUALLY IT WLL TAKE HOLD. POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE. I WANT TO SEE LOVE POEMS AND POEMS THAT INCLUDE WHAT YOU INTEND TO DO WITH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. SUCIDE IS NEVER AN ACCIDENT. IT IS USUALLY SOMEONE CALLING FOR HELP. YOUR FATHER AND I, YOUR PARENTS, ARE VERY CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR WAY OF THINKING. I AM SO AFRAID YOU WILL SLIP FOR WHATEVER REASON. I AM NOT FLIPPING OUT. I AM TELLING YOU HOW I FEEL. I FEEL AS IF THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT I CAN NOT DO. I SUPPORT MYSELF, I GET UP EACH DAY BEING ABLE TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LIKE WHAT I SEE. I AM ALWAYS IN CONTROL OF MYSELF. THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR YOU ALSO. I DON'T WANT TO GET A PHONE CALL FROM DAD TELLING ME YOU HAD AND ACCIDENT AND BY THE WAY, SHE SLIT HER WRISTS TO DO IT!!!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT DRIVES YOU TO THIS SUBJECT. I THINK YOU TOLD ME IT HELPS RELEASE YOUR EMOTIONS WITHOUT ACTUALLY CUTTING. I WOULD LIKE YOU TO TAKE THESE POEMS TO TWILA NEXT WEEK, AS YOU SAID YOU WOULD.
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART, FOREVER. DON'T JUST BE AND ACCIDENT. YOU CAN, AND ONLY YOU, CAN CONTROL THAT.
CONTINUE TO WRITE. IT IS VERY, VERY GOOD. JUST CHANGE THE SUJECT MATTER TO THE FUTURE, OKAY? PLEASE CALL TONIGHT SINCE IT IS WED TOMORROW.
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thank you for not criticizing it. and the love poem isn't going as well as I'd like...but I'm working on it
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keep woeking it, a love poem. you can do it!! i want you to take these poems to twila like you said you would. your appointment is today (monday). print this out so you can take i with you
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I love this! It reminds me of me...I broke a promise. I couldn't take it...but this is an amazing poem! I love it! -
wow
I like it, it very much reminds me of a story but has the layout of a poem. Different, but I like it. Great job.

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