Stitches, the only thing holding me together.
These brilliant cuts, marvel me.
The deepness of the wounds, raw and untouched.
Each layer, peeled back by hate and rage.
Blood pours from me, and leaves me dizzy and tired.
Finally satisfied with someone, I fuck it up.
So deeper I go, burying the blade into the skin.
Deeper I do, into my blink unfeeling coma.
I move through the day without thoughts,
speaking what is expected,
moving when told too,
faking emotion when appropriate.
When I get home, everything stops.
I stare at the empty screen, with empty eyes.
Drained all my energy from my body.
Not able to fake anymore,
I sit, and stare.
Numbness....compacted, and divided throughout me.
Living seems like a waste, dont wake me up from my slumber.
Push me again, and leave me there to break.
There is no turning point to this story,
Im far from that.
Better than me, better than emotion.
Now I can finally sleep, the screaming in my head has left me.
But, so have you.
Should I feel alive?
I dont even have to ask,
you made it so obvious,
I lay down, cold and alone.
My eyes squeezed shut, my fists in balls.
I bite down on my lip.
Just....let me die.
A contest entry
- the biggest prewrite contest ever by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 18, 362 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i like the last line but you should def think about stanzas but its good..better then my stuff
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there is a definite rawness about this piece
like you're just laying it all out on the table and saying "this is me and it sucks". very powerful emotions in this poem
a suggestion, if i may
it would make it easier to read if you broke this up into stanzas instead of just making it one long poem. just my opinion though -
this is sad!!! :'( you put so much emotion into it and it makes a very good poem.
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This is how I felt today. I really hope things get better for you because I know it SUCKS. Good write!
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Same.
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