I dont know if I remember
What it feels like to be alive
And if I can only feel this
Then maybe somehow I'll still survive
It's not that I want to end it all
It's my escape
From the building pain
I've got to give it somewhere to go
My veins ache as they swell
Grief in every breath
Let it go
I've got to bleed out this agony
Because your shoulders can't handle my words
And your back cant carry these tears
For all you claim to care
Understanding has found deaf ears
Each new scar is where
For the briefest moment you could have cared
But chose not to
And so this is what i do
Release my pain in red tears
Each drop I know I'll regret
When a scratch becomes a scar
I can never forget
The mirror holds my story
The pain of past days
And I dont see
How you cant understand why I turned out this way
So here's my heart on a blade
Care or let it go
Understand or slide this knife on by...
Get to the point
Author notes
I tried for you gurl, but my heart wasn't quite in it. Well..maybe a little, seeing as my own teeters on the point of a blade. Do they dare to let it slide? A bloody mass held on a knife-i guess it got to the point. Viola chica! Lylas. I hope this is what you were looking for.
A contest entry
- Cut: To The Point by Lets Get Tragic.
1300 points, ended August 2, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Despite you saying your heart wasn't completely in it, it seems to me like you really did feel it!
"Because your shoulders can't handle my words
And your back cant carry these tears
For all you claim to care
Understanding has found deaf ears"
SOOOO TRUE!! >.< True to the point of madness. This is excellent work, totally what I was looking for!
Thanks so much for entering, chick! [bahaha, that sounds dirty] :]
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