I lay in snow stained by scarlet tears,
Contemplating the thoughts of flooded ears-
I am a mistake of my own making,
Freezing for reasons of internal aching.
I am alone in dispair on Christmas night,
Only accompanied by thoughts of suicide.
I wipe the snot pouring from my nose,
On little pink lines my wrists have grown.
My shame is a baracade to my path home,
My shame colapses my will like the fall of Rome.
I feel as my soul has left me behind,
Rotting with no want in the sands of time.
Knowing someone cares for my being,
Makes it harder to continue breathing.
I am too coward to end my own pain,
But life feels like a constant migraine.
I am sitting in a pit of myself,
Sifting through the memories of my shelf.
I lay here in forever's grasp,
Catatonic as I debate my life's task.
I am alone in dispair on Christmas night,
Only accompanied by thoughts of suicide.
A contest entry
- Make your pain mine... by Sticks-And-Stones.
650 points, ended December 3, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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This is an extremely powerful write, Matt. Very powerful expression of emotion in this piece. This write made me think of sadness and loneliness. Being alone during the Christmas season can be especially hard. Hope you're feeling alright these days. Peace.
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Fantastic, Matt.
"But life feels like a constant migraine."
god...my head is just killing me.
you really speak to me in all your stuff.
i miss you.
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Wow... sad, deep, emotional. I think you did a great job! Thanks for entering!
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