Standing in the shadow;
Just itching for someone to end,
This horrible loneliness.
This fake spotlight on me,
Is only giving me frostbites.
Emotional wounds and slices,
Are being covered with band aids.
These bruises of self hatred,
Are smeared over with makeup.
The good child is turning sour,
And I can't even control it.
But with teen suicide calling my name,
It'll be about you again,
Because that's how we live.
Author notes
Just a really short poem to get some emotion out there.
What did you think?
Comments
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Ahhh, it's not teen suicide, it's life murdering us. But it is truly typical of life to do this to people.
"But with teen suicide calling my name,
It'll be about you again,
Because that's how we live."
I understand enough, but it seems like the person is battling two different sides of one self?
So understandable it flowed epicly, yet confuzzling it stimulated my mind. Ive already used the word epic... since my vocabulary is dwindling, Ill just say its epic anyway. Epic
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And you sure did get some emotion out there. You scared me for a tick, the title is "its always about you", so I thought you were about to have a good ol' bitch about sam over here...but you didnt, which is nice. I can relate to your poem. It's scary but i always find myself hitting myself, like bashing my head into a wall, there, there's something you might not have known...great short firey poem and easily relatble...im going to go write some poetry now...*shakes in corner*
-Swintha xoxox
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