another fight
screaming
ending in tears
they never ask
if i'm ok
in my room
somthing
anything will do
as long as it draws blood
does anybody hear me?
i'm getting worse
i need help
maybe you dont care
give me a puff
maybe two
let the skin burn
it proves i can feel
something you cant
let them use me
it's not the first time
now i just dont care
go ahead let them fuck me
i'm already fuckeded up even more
then you will ever know
give me the knife
i'll show you blood
and that i am real
i do feel
but you dont care
you all never cared
look what i am!
only a few really know
the rest
dont care
A contest entry
- xX*Darkness by my hands*Xx by dying-gothic-roses.
440 points, ended August 24, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - HATE by lesbian-in-love.
565 points, ended November 5, 2007, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Second chance at gold. by BurmaShave.
525 points, ended November 5, 2007, 18 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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There are a couple of grammatical issues with this poem. I suggest you read over it very carefully and correct them. When you enter a contest your poem should already be edited.
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Excellent poem good luck in the second chance at gold contest congratulations on the previously won bronze trophy
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Wow. A very touching piece. Very good imagery in this piece. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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You don't have to do those things to feel, you are alive. Living and breathing, wether it seams that way or not. This is a well written, very image dwelling poem. Great Job!
God Bless you
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