Thses scars
Will never heal
Teeth barred
As I feel
The pencil,
The ruin,
The knife
The pen
That digs into my skin
And lets out the pain
Diminishing the sin,
Punishment is drained
I don't want
To be ingored
I don't want
To be left alone
The knife is my sword
The agony my throan
I cut deeper,
Deeper!
Till the loneliness trickles out
Till I think about
The torture I've felt
The ordeals I've been through
Just want it to melt
And seep into you.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow!! Deep & dark...
I can totally relate to this write...
Manic, numb & reflective...
A thought/moment in time captured eloquently & quite vividly in the mind of the reader...
Well penned, well versed, Well done!!!
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This is umm, umm, interesting...
This was uh? This was uh? This was extremely disturbing (mostly because I have extreme paranoia issues). After finishing my sentence; in a split second I turn around and yell at the top of my lungs "Who is it, who's there? Oh, thank God (I say to myself as I turn around to face the computer once again (happy and relieved) From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw someone creep up behind me, (don't worry, eveythings' okay, it was just my shadow. (lol)! (What? I told you that I had paranoia issues)! By the way, I hope to God this was fictional piece, cause if not you probably should talk to someone about it (I'm not much, but I'm almost always available).
P.S. Pencils and pens are for writing the pieces you put on this site and knives are for cutting steaks, not your wrist!!! -
i realy liked this poem, ur a great writer, it's quite emotional. take care x
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