I'm lying on my bed
Anger swelling up in my heart
Why am I angry?
I've no idea.
The only thing soothing to me now,
is Max Bemis' voice, singing beautifully.
His beautiful voice.
And I have reason to be sad
I know I do.
But I don't know what the reason is.
This charade
This facade
It's desintigrating.
My happiness is trandparent
My sadness is translucent
My Anger glows like fire through my layers
I'm slitting my wrist.
The blood pouring over my legs
and bedsheets
I wear dark coloured pants
to hide my pain
I am ashamed
I stupidly tried to die at school
A watchful public place
Blood pours like waterfalls
A red Niagara comes from my arm
Cuts, footlong cuts.
So addicting. I can't stop
the only people who know are my bests,
My friends. They help me through bad times.
Soon I got disgusted.
Cutting was the last thing on my mind.
This charade
This facade
It's desintigrating.
My happiness is trandparent
My sadness is translucent
My Anger glows like fire through my layers
Author notes
For my friend Mercedes' contest. She wants us to write a poem for hr journal entry.
A contest entry
- Addicted to Pain by xXCadyBabbiXx.
900 points, ended January 3, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice
i love the lack of limitation, the words you use are so forcefull, it's a performance style peice, (my favorite, and also my writing style)
i love the music reference though... Say Anything is one of my favorites... might i ask which song? (if you remember)
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OH WOW!
This is good goood gooddddd!
:]]
Perfect lovely!
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