It is dark
I am all alone
I can not think
My arm is red were the many pinpricks have struck my flesh
I retreat to the corner of my domain,
The flat I loved so much once upon a while
Like an animal fleeing its predator
Were darkness becomes my only home
I lean back and forth in a reassuring motion,
Clutching myself as I am the only thing left
Tears run down my face like a forgotten waterfall,
I do not know why I cry,
Maybe because I know this is the end,
I stare at the needle lying next to me,
I wonder how it got there and were it started,
It slowly fades away like the fog that had engulfed the city down below,
And I see death smiling back
I see that he wants me
He wants me to be his own
I try to fight,
But I am weekend by the steady flow of liquids running through my veins,
I try to escape,
I moan and crawl to the window,
But death follows me,
I had no way to turn,
I look down at the world I had so long ago left,
I want to rejoin that world,
I want them to make me feel good again,
I reach for it,
Then I feel myself falling and falling,
I do not cry out,
For see,
I am finally free,
I am flying,
I here no sound but the voices in my head,
Screaming at me to fly back up but I cant not,
I will not let them take hold of me,
I want to be set free,
I do not notice the hard cold pavement drawing near,
I do not hear the screams of the people down below,
All I think is that its all going to be over soon,
And that death does win,
He is going to get me in the end,
And I will be set free once more.
Author notes
i chose option 4 because the second i read it it reminded me of this poem...i know its not that well written and I know its a vvery juvie peice but i definatly think it relates to the mater though i hope that it has not gone that far. I hope you like it.
And about that, if your having truble putting it on paper, thats normal. I think its because you most likely have alot of emotion or drama going on right now, its all in your head but you need to have the patience to let it flow threw your fingers. Its not always easy, but you can do it.
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I forgot to thank you for the advice. I'll give it a shot. thank you for the encouragement and faith in me
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This poem is so sad and heart breaking. It made me feel for you. once upon a time I used to cut so i know how it feels after you do it. I have found better ways and I cease to do it. I am so sorry and I hope things get better. Great poem. This part definately hit me the hardest.
" lean back and forth in a reassuring motion,
Clutching myself as I am the only thing left
Tears run down my face like a forgotten waterfall,
I do not know why I cry,
Maybe because I know this is the end,"
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And I see death smiling back
I see that he wants me
He wants me to And that death does win,
He is going to get me in the end,
And I will be set free once more his
i love this it's very discriptive the imagery is beautiful it paints a beautiful picture of a decrepid deteriorating individual at the end of thier rope i can relate very muc
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