Look into my eyes, do you see my secrets?
My eyes bearing all but, spoken
My body the battleground
See the wounds?
The cuts upon my arms to get through the day
You never know when survival might come
But, I've stopped waiting
The pained, broken and damned
Are the bravest, they let the pain show
Our dirty little secrets rise to the surface
I'm glad to let mine show
See how ugly!
See the horrid pain at someone else's dispense?
Not life
Not reality
But, my life
Author notes
Trixie 08, I hope you like my entry.
In a list
A contest entry
- DARK BEAUTIES GROUP CONTEST! Round 1 by silent bee.
300 points, ended August 20, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I really don't like most poems containing cutting or anything about depression dealt with in that way, but the last three lines made me think entirely differently. Thank you.
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I love this, this is really strong and there's so much emotion here. Sorry I haven't comment on your work lately, things have been busy and crazy. Wonderful job like always.
Love,
your niece (I've changed my AP name a few times lol) -
Whew! This was a strong piece! Deeply imbedded emotions coursing through this write. The wounds are deep and visible. A profound write, Reaching and Touching the reader. Excellent work and my pleasure to read
~Tia
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Wow,
I really feel the emotion in this poem,
Great Job
& Good luck in the contest!!!!
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i love it...its great and to the point. no repitition or awkwardnees. "The pained, broken and damned / Are the bravest, they let the pain show"...love those two lines! The only thing i have to say is that line 10 'are' should be 'our', i believe. great write! thank you for entering the contest and best of luck to you... )
~bee
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