A life controlled by a depression,
Where sadness is your only view,
Your own blank face with no expression,
The realisation that this is you.
A life controlled by emaciation ,
Where skin and bone is all you need,
The race to death your satiation,
And soon you'll have no blood to bleed.
A life controlled by self destruction,
You wear your pain upon your skin,
A silver blade the prefect seduction,
To release the shame that sleeps within.
A life controlled by his suicide,
Hidden from view by your denial,
Who gave us our own choice to decide,
To disappear and not stand trial.
A life controlled by your own self hate,
With no tears left inside to cry,
The way you live maps out your fate,
Your on the edge and prepared to die.
A contest entry
- Lets get soem pain out by Stolen memories.
1000 points, ended May 4, 42 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Not that good but first poem in a while.
Comments
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Powerful!
This spoke to me loudly, on multiple levels...suicide, self hatred, ect. I had a brother shoot hisself at 15. I have several writes on the topic. The way you word the pain is highly impactful. Terrific form of release! Keep writing.
Peace- Syah
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Wow, everything worked and the emotions are good and prominent.
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i love this! i relate to most of this poem. keep up the good work! this is a very deep and dark poem. exactly wat i lik
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