I can hear it digging deeper
Into my red, raw skin
I can feel the pain keep moving
As I breath out then in
There are scars on my arm
From nights before
When I had done something
I thought I should pay for
There is blood rising
And cuts in etched designs
My arm is the paper
And scissors my pen
Blood is my ink
And pain is the end
No one really understands
Why I feel this way
But deep down in side
I know it's too late
A contest entry
- DARKEST POEMS EVER by gigglesalot.
550 points, ended January 24, 2009, 16 entries
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This is yet another poem that made me cry... I can't imagine how scared Ty must have been... Knowing you were gonna die is a real scary thought. I feel for you Ty and may you RIP
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YOU DONT CUT YOURSELF RIGHT?!!?!?
Good.
This was really good, it like..was..dark...but...pretty....darertty. xD -
wow.. my past all over again.. and yet again another out-of-body experiences... how do u do it??
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i love the comparisons you made of the arm the paper scissors your pen and you blood the ink. it really paints a picture, describes how this person felt really well.
over all i think its very well done
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can you please go back and read what I would like for people to put in their Authors Notes. thankssss =]
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