Midnight dusts the valley,
As my sorrow's flight increases.
I want and outlet, a freedom,
A series of releases.
Music soothes my worries,
But eventually the song will end.
Writing distracts me from my pain,
But it always comes again.
So I find my needle,
Just to start out slow,
As I drag it across my wrist,
Digging it in, deep and low.
I then move on to the knife,
Crying softly now,
As my pain begins to flow,
As fast as the blood will allow.
Soon my treatment's over,
My pain gone for a little while,
But soon I'll be back here,
Dealing with my trial.
I want to control the pain,
And now it's not so hard,
Just by breaking that skin,
I gain freedom as well as scar.
A contest entry
- The Pain Still Seeps Inside by Leanna-bean.
375 points, ended May 15, 2008, 11 entries
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I don't think it's good enough, do you?
Comments
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Hmmmm..... great poem. I hope it is not reflecting real life for you right now. You are my favorite poet, your writtings are damn good. Keep up the great work! oh smile!
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wow, this is amazing and I can totally relate. I like the background too, its cool
the flow was great
great write
i love it
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Actually I think it's amazing! Pretty good flow and you hit the topic right on...Don't ever underestimate your writing. No poem is bad. The background is super cool but it kinda makes your poem hard to read. I hope the best for you...Keep writing it will make you feel better! Thanks for the entry and good luck!
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