left, crying, forgotten
he stares into an alley of black
his mind is all screwed up
and theres no way of turning back
so he reaches into his pocket
hand grasping the sharpened blade
knowing that this is his only escape
one love he'll never evade
quietly he'll role up his leave
revealing all the swells and itchy scabs
his arm feels as if can no longer hold one
so he bends downward in the drabs
his ankles which were perfectly neat
will become tortured replicas
of his swollen arms
cut by the saws
he inches the blade slowly 'cross
popping each plump vein
becoming a dramatic display
all this is worth the pain
he holds the blade close to his heart
ragged, torn and grim
no one left to hear it's last beat
he lets the blade sing to him
cut my child
slice deep and hard
cry you eyes dry
scream til your sore
just let it all out
and be who you are
for i'll come to comfort you
when life is no more
..............opinions
Comments
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I really like this poem!! I love how it flows and the emotion is veryy deep! It's sad and dark too =[[. I love it veryy much though!!! Keep up the great work, you have a talent ^_^
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Oh Wow Thats Very Good And Sad I Visualized It All I Think You Did I Very Good Job On This
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I think it is good,
creative.
Sounds like something I would right...
Good job!
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