You can be sure it's finished
the shaking begins and the numbness sets in
and their words penetrate your heart.
Their gossiping lips make your tears flow
and the knife in your hand starts to slice the pain away,
it's the end if you want to forget and give in.
A place to go, to disappear from the world,
no words of comfort can ever seal your wounds.
The past runs through your veins and the knife can't erase
all the tears that have soaked your pillows and face.
You'll be wearing those scars for everybody to see.
Nothing can stop your agony when you're reminded of it each day,
when embarassing secrets are revealed to complete strangers
it's torture knowing that your every nightmare is a reality.
But their words keep spreading because they don't know the truth,
how you look at your reflection in a mirror and sob,
school becomes your very own hell and there seems no heaven.
They tell you they're sorry; just another lie to add to the list
everybody will know by tomorrow; 24 hours to live.
All the rumours spread like fire 'till no one talks to you anymore,
when it's obvious that you've been broken, it's never going to end.
Time doesn't heal any of your thick scars,
they still sit in the corner of your heart laughing at you.
You've tried everything else and there's no one left to turn to.
You can be sure it's finished now.
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lol.that deep...
*sniff*
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thanks everyone for your comments on this particular piece. much appreciated
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aww this is so so sad...
dont worry about those bastards babe
i told you if they do it again ill punch them
well try to... this is really good i love it xx
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they sit in the corner of your heart and laugh at you.... what a tremendous line! Hang in there, girl, there are those of us out here who care!
Kathryn
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I dont know if this is autobiographical but if it is a little side note for you - i have been there, i did take that knife and slice open my skin - i now have scares, thick ribbons of scares over my wrists, i have problems with my tendons, and movements in my fingers and i curse that night every day. High school seems your whole world now, but if you can hold out for those few years, get away from the sheep your eyes are opened, your world stops being so narrow (You dont have to listen cause when people told me i ignored them too)
Anyway i love your poem, its honest and touching - it reminds me of my own high school years... I would give you hugs and gold star's
beka
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