A boy sits in his room
music turned up
unable to hear his own thoughts
blocking any attempted comunication with the world he lives in
a world of pain and mental torture
reaches for his best friend
the razor blade he keeps in his wallet.
Numbing his depression with small but effective cuts of the wrist
serving as a physical block for the pain in his heart.
This pain he feels comes from the depth of his subconsious
twisting and turning this poor boys soul until he explodes
destroying everything in sight
an everlasting scar
reminding them of the torture they caused him
the pain he felt
never letting him be free
a prisoner to his neverending hellish existance
a slave to others
forced to live in a world only accepting of clones
only if you are the same will you succed
only if you copy every one around you will you life be great
This boy wasnt like the others
he never gave in to the pressure put on him to conform
in a society as unforgiving as this
his abnomality is what sets him appart
making him unique
dooming him to a life of intolerance
Drowning in a sea of insecurity
he takes his last steps
those fatefull few
that will leave an impact
getting some recognition for finally doing something right
ending his life
none thought he was capable
none knew he was serious
untill he proved them wrong
he proved he could do something
he wasnt a failure at everything
he was never a failure at
suicide
A contest entry
- The Hard Truth about Life by JustAnOrdinaryGirl.
300 points, ended April 22, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Welcome to allpoetry
I am not a fan of poems about cutting and self mutilation and suicide. Generally it sickens me and makes me angry. I have been through much in my life. Abused all through my childhood, but I have never resorted to cutting. I don't know if this is true or not, but I feel writing, therapy, even medication is prefereable to physically hurting oneself.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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this was a very good read. i suggest that maybe u break it up a lil bit so the words will stand out more. i loved the concept and i could efinatly feel the pain.
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Its a good poem but i was looking for something other then just someone commiting suicide. More of the pain he felt before. What caused him to do it? Good luck
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