Every minute,
Every day,
Every time,
He messes it up.
He can't help but to think,
You want him out of your life,
You hate him,
And it's all because you think,
He is completely different now,
You say he changed,
He says I haven't.
You started comparing him to the past,
He used to be a gangster,
Now,
He's a person that doesn't know who he is,
So now,
he's the person that hates his life,
that doesn't trust,
Only hopes.
He's also a person that cuts himself to solve problems,
You say he belongs in an insane asylum.
He starts arguing,
He starts crying later on about it all.
He grabs his knife,
and starts cutting his ankles,
He says,
"Loose these shackles of pressure..."
And he yells.
He's alone right now,
Hoping love will come his way,
Author notes
Yes, i've done this, and yes, I did cut my ankles once.
What did you think
Comments
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very powerful and painful, but really well written just a format thing i sujest you hit enter a couple times after the poem to give some space before the author notes or the poem just kind of flows into the notes and it would be more dramatic if theres some empty space after the poem
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WOW
nicely written and jus wowed
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Me a little. I dont cut myself but I sure have expereinced the wide range of emotions you are speaking of. I love it when a poet can tap into my life. It lets me know I 'm not the only crazy one allowed to run the streets
Great read and write. Two snaps and a circle!!!
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