Lost and confused,
And all alone too.
Cutting till the blood seeps through.
Bruising till I'm blue.
Anything to get rid of this misery I am in.
Fell my pain yet?
Why don't you cut, and bruise.
Hiding behind my mask of blackened tears.
Leaving streaks of blood down my pale face.
I'm broken inside,
Torn and can't be mended.
I'll cut till I die.
I'll bruise till the pain stops.
Then maybe when I die,
I'll find some peace.
But for now I live in a dream world.
A dream world of Sorrow known as reality.
Sorrowful days are meant for me,
Now all i can do is scream and cry.
As you let me die.
Author notes
not sure how this went really but hope it's ok probably not my best of poems...
A contest entry
- Make your pain mine... by Sticks-And-Stones.
650 points, ended December 3, 2007, 15 entries
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Broken inside...
I really like this. And I can relate to this feeling, although I've never attempted suicide. But I think you did an excellent job in portray what it's like. Great job, and good luck!
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