Blood red stained eyes,
Salty tears dripping.
Head full of messed up thoughts,
Just give up, she's slipping.
Grab those diary entries,
and rip them up, her heart is torn.
Exposed to so much pressure,
her only feelings are of scorn.
Put those emotions to words,
if you can, or can't she cope?
Feeling demented and dirty,
scrub your face raw with soap.
No one wants to save you now,
just give up, it's over.
They aren't your real friends.
You're done for.
Author notes
This is straight from the heart. [I'm sure I had one somewhere]...
It's more of how I'm feeling than a poem... sorry.
I'm sorry it might be confusing because of the 'she' and 'you', It is about me but this way it makes it more confusing for the reader. :]
Aha -Writing is fun (y)
I haven't written for a while... Constructive Critiscm?
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first to comment? o__O
this poem is SAD! ;__; whyyyy? nice imagery and all, but i really hope you're feeling better. =|
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