Hold my breath as I wish for death,
Wanting someone to tell me I'm wrong,
To tell me I shouldn't be here right now.
Questioning my choices to this point,
Feeling the rushing river of thought,
As I spiral into insanity.
Writing my thoughts, my beliefs,
My pen is the modern sword,
The sting in the wounds,
That I have myself inflicted.
To those around me and to myself,
Bleeding upon my thoughts in crimson.
Realize my mistakes and try to cope,
Asking why I do this over and over,
Hurting her and making things worse.
I've decided to try to make things right.
Going to tell it all as it is and hope,
Pray for the best and see how the pieces fall.
Author notes
Honestly I don't know why I wrote this, it just made sense to me at the time, but looking back, since I no longer felt like I did at that time, I honestly just confuse myself.....
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i love this!!!!!
B-E-Autiful!!!
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Hello EchoSpirit,
I think that just life can be confusing lol. This was really deep, and very good. I am asuming from your author notes that the pieces got put back together smoothly
Kari,
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here is always reason and sometimes you know why when you write a poem and sometimes there is a reason and you don't know how put it down in a way that works..well all i can say is this poem is really really good. Very intense and i like the first stanza especially.
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