I don't like it, so why
does the blade continue moving?
Across my arm, across my wrist,
teh blood moving freely forming
rivers not meant to be, not meant
to corrode gourges nor canyons.
Meant to tell a story of sadness,
of a boy, confused, alone,
afraid of help, afraid to try,
for this time if he tries and
fails... well then he fails
his own life.
Rivers waterfall from his
fingertips, cascading despair in
thicker drops neverceasing into
seas- or oceans- I don't know,
but reaching into what should
have been shallow, I sank.
To my shoulder I fell in
then my head was under,
then my body, then my
legs. I finally and most
literally have drowned
myself in my own problems,
own sorrow, own hate.
I don't like it, so why?
Why?! Can't someone answer
me: why?
Please tell me what you think
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I want to give you a hug. I need to stop reading your poems for now because I miss you, and I want to give you a hug.
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everyone has different answers, different explanations.
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Beautiful poem Nick. Simply marvelous. But Maybe, there is no answer the the question mark, maybe, there's not an answer in the world that would satisfy anybody. Keep writing from within.
see you around the deep end
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Hey hun. This poem is breathtaking. So beautiful, so devestating. I don't know what to say. You can always IM me if you want to talk though, hope you realise that, I hate it that you're feeling like this.
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this is different but really good ... there are lots of things in this one that i can relate to ... good write...keep it up
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I can't answer you why, but I can relate to those feelings. Drowning in your own misery...I know it well. Sometimes I feel as if it's a high to feel pain but at the same time, it's still painful. Our problems try to consume us...we just have to keep fighing. Perhaps one day we will finally conquer them. Only time will tell.
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