How much medication does one take,
Before the line of identity is crossed
And your knowen as fake.
How many pills must be taken
Before the thought process is shaken
And your soul is forsaken
How many doctors telling you your ill,
Does it take before you hate the word "pill".
How many coucilors must we admit our secrets too,
Before we are able to stop the painful things we do.
How many more arguements and fights with loved ones,
Until we can find resolutions other than guns.
Why must we leave them in tears when its all said and done,
Why must they feel the need to leave us and run...
How much medication does it take
Before the line of personality is crossed,
And we believe ourselves to be fake.
How much anger and chaos must we go through,
Before we stand and feel something new.
I hate to admit this illness is our tattoo.
How many more days must we live in regret
How many more nights must we survive in fear
Countless hours we crave to forget
Living with our worst enemy, the mirror
How many more tears must be cried
How many more new plans must be tried
It seems we can never quite see the end
Of this illness they say is eternal
Its pathetic that our own sanity we defend
When everything thats wrong is internal
I never understood why I was cursed
Born with a sickness
I do say my loathing is of the worst
Hating all the things that revolve around me
I breathe for the day that I will finally see
The End
A contest entry
- PW Party by Blooming Poet.
425 points, ended July 23, 2008, 117 entries
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Comments
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Wow, this is so full of heartfelt emotions. It is so sad and yet very strong. A fantastic write. It really gets your mind working!
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You describe my feelings at the very end of the poem. Wishing it would all just end. Tired of hurting people and feeling bad afterward. Feeling that life is just useless and hopeless. thank you for entering.
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That title is amazing and compliments this amazing poem very well. The pain displayed here is so raw and so intense
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This is beautiful and now is my favorite of yours.
It's written well, of course.
The flow is admirable and i truly enjoyed this.
I actually love the title. It's beautiful.
It again one of those things, that are relatable.
"How much medication does it take
Before the line of personality is crossed,
And we believe ourselves to be fake.
How much anger and chaos must we go through,
Before we stand and feel something new.
I hate to admit this illness is our tattoo."
Simply amazing and very telling.
It's so true, what you're implying here.
I don't see how you could possibly improve on this poem. It's amazing. Great write.
~IvoRy
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Oh so powerful and touching here, so deep hunny, these questions, because of everyday pain, just so fucking crazy sometimes just to breathe, oh the price we pay...
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