thin crimson tendrils spreading over my skin
bathing my body with it own life force,
seeping away away with my fears, my worries,
while it bleeds... thats what i like
the numbness of eternity.
my life's end is close, a cold iron shell
with a heart futilly still trying to beat.
the only thing that keeps it now is fear,
fear of the emptyness of death,
my life screwed up because i wasnt strong enough,
now i can cant end it for the same reason..
all i am now is a shell, with little left to give,
a tiny shard of hope, to save my mind.
Please tell me what you think
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my life's end is close, a cold iron shell
with a heart futilly still trying to beat.
in those little lines i can see that death and all the pain isnt going to win out. beecause you say youre heart is still trying to beat, that means there is something youre missing. something you didnt write in your poem that is happy and brillant. great poem ~ -
"my life screwed up because i wasnt strong enough,
now i can cant end it for the same reason.."
i love this, its so true for how many people feel. which in itself is depressing. i can relate to the feel of this poem, it was well written and i enjoyed reading it. i hope you get happier soon xx -
Please cheer up..
*hugs tight*
x
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