Self inflicted wounds don't heal,
Not really even wanting to feel,
Searching here and searching there,
Does anybody even really care?
Smiling on the outside,
Pain posted up on the hidden side,
Tears fall on my withered soul,
Why must I dig this hole?
Feeling more or less unwhole,
Trying to face these walls alone,
No where to go not even my home,
Crimson tears poor out of my eyes,
But they only come in the dead of night,
PAIN!
A contest entry
- Buried Treasure Chest- ( CONTEST ) by Acidanthra.
800 points, ended October 27, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was really good! I loved it. I liked how you just told it how it is- without sugar coating it or anything.
My favourite line would have to be
"Smiling on the outside,
Pain posted up on the hidden side,
Tears fall on my withered soul,
Why must I dig this hole?"
I just loved how that sounds.
Great write,
Mel
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A fascinating read, to say the least... sad and (one typo, and) mildly gripping... I like it, well done
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This flows fairly well, and so does the pain you have written about. I am not sure whether its just me (am tired) but 'Trying to face this walls alone' I am not sure what you mean.
If u get a moment, plz look at one of mine, ty.
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