Dear diary,
another paranoid day,
another cut to my collection,
obsessive thoughts and worries,
and im feeling lost again.
Its been so long since i last cut,
thought i was doing so well,
who would have known by looking at me,
im a self destructive time bomb.
Feeling so numb,
my lovers arms so far away,
only the desire to feel something,
keeps me company, the bloody truth.
Whispers i hear on the street,
people laughing and pointing at me,
im so different, there all alike,
i suffer to my own mind, like a caged animal.
No where to run or hide,
third eye sees all that i do,
i cant break free from addiction,
pathetic excuse of a being.
So today i wrote to you,
the only one who understands,
the only one who keeps quiet,
the only one who dosent cry.
Dear diary i write,
another self destructive day,
how many more to go?
im cutting down my time,
cant take it any more.
A contest entry
- Break-Me-Down and Bleed-Me-Out Kill-That Town-Scream-And-Shout (Four-Day-Quickie) by Georgia La Mariposa.
950 points, ended January 26, 8 entries
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hey sweetie great poem but are you okay? you know i am always here. again good write.
love lucy
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Great! I have suffered with S-H for so long now nearly ten years and I know exactly how this feels. I also wrote a diary similar to this, great entry
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