Hello there,
Don't look so down,
Raise your head and don't make a sound.
Bruises on pale cheeks,
Forget the mascara it's going to bleed anyway,
Close your eyes and forget their even there.
Don't go mute,
Your friends, they really cared,
Looked at you in concern,
And tried to help you out.
But you were too stubborn,
Wouldn't explain,
The dramatic loss of weight,
The bags under brown eyes...
Well, those were self explanatory anyway...
Stop indulging yourself
in blood and wine,
and look outside yourself for the help
You so dearly need.
Don't get so drunk at night,
That in the morning you forget who you are,
And that when you head to school,
They can smell it on your breath..
Don't worry though..
They won't say a word.
Don't bite your nails so sharp,
I'm begging of you don't bleed so pretty,
Or use pain as a source of control.
Your hair looks fine darling,
Don't rip it out in fits of anger
Or chop the ends of ragged when
All you want to do is hurt yourself.
Hello Sweetie,
Don't fall in love with that boy,
He has more problems than you do,
And when he actually starts to heal,
You'll just make him worse.
And Art?
Hold him tight and never let go...
Because in the end he'll break your heart..
But at least he'll remind you that your human first.
Don't look so down,
Raise your head and don't make a sound.
Bruises on pale cheeks,
Forget the mascara it's going to bleed anyway,
Close your eyes and forget their even there.
Don't go mute,
Your friends, they really cared,
Looked at you in concern,
And tried to help you out.
But you were too stubborn,
Wouldn't explain,
The dramatic loss of weight,
The bags under brown eyes...
Well, those were self explanatory anyway...
Stop indulging yourself
in blood and wine,
and look outside yourself for the help
You so dearly need.
Don't get so drunk at night,
That in the morning you forget who you are,
And that when you head to school,
They can smell it on your breath..
Don't worry though..
They won't say a word.
Don't bite your nails so sharp,
I'm begging of you don't bleed so pretty,
Or use pain as a source of control.
Your hair looks fine darling,
Don't rip it out in fits of anger
Or chop the ends of ragged when
All you want to do is hurt yourself.
Hello Sweetie,
Don't fall in love with that boy,
He has more problems than you do,
And when he actually starts to heal,
You'll just make him worse.
And Art?
Hold him tight and never let go...
Because in the end he'll break your heart..
But at least he'll remind you that your human first.
Author notes
This is to myself, back only two years ago, up until just a few months.. But I'm still growing, and those are the times now I realize I wasted the most..
In a list
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
600 points, ended August 19, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - If You Could Return,There are no loser here,everyone wins. by hose30.
500 points, ended August 24, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Mhmm
Comments
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What a wonderful poem.. Its good writing to yourself sometimes.. sometimes I feel I am writing for myself just to write.. Great job congrads in the two honorable mentions!
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Nice and calming read like a warm literary breeze.
Spello in the 6th line - their (they're)

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good job
i was drawn by the title
reading it, i get the sense of renewal
a new freindship,
and
as with the beginning of so many things
a "hello"
a new relatonship with yourself
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wow... O loved how it seemed like you were writing this to someone other than yourself that you truly cared about, because of the way you wrote this, but as it turns out you were writing it to yourself. I hope you are okay... very nice

~Pandy~

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Sad but hopeful piece. I thought you went back and explain to yourself. I thought you poured your heart out. Great write.Thank you for entering.


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Deeply touching. It never ceases to amaze me that we tend to do more damage (no matter how unintentional or intentional) to ourselves than anyone else. You've done a wonderful job with this piece. Thank you so much for entering and best of luck to you.
Bella
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Wow!
Now I do not know if I am reading this but it almost sounds as if a mother is speaking of their child, or the narrarator is talking about herself. Very well done, the mood is careing and one that makes to hold someone close and never let go. The word choice, though simple, really emphesiszes the message. Wonderful, and sad at the same time, and yet there is a glimer of hope. A great piece! -
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Thanks so much...
It kind of is.. It's an older me talking to me from the years of 11- early 14 .. I had a really bad spurt... A lot of people think of people who hurt themselves as just cutters.. But I did a lot worse.. I went mute for about six months and I would rip out my hair and chop it ragged... I fell in love with a boy who was abused, and just as he was getting better.. he got worse due to my influence and worrying about whether I'd wake up from an acohol induced coma..
Since I'm older now, and it's alot easier to deal with the emotions... I just look back at my old self.. And I wish I had had a mother.. I did. .She just didn't care though, too busy all but killing my sister..
So I think that's why it portrays itself as a motherly thing..
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