i sit in the corner
the corner in which i live in
with the blade in my still hand
i question each move
that my lifeless still hand makes
in the corner of my life
my eyes shift around
looking down at the cold steel blade
in the corner of my life.
the cold blades shifts to my arm
it cuts so deep i feel the pain
in the corner of my life
the blood crawls to my dead hand
i grip the blade that is in my hand
in the corner of my life
i look in the mirror
i do not know this person
in the corner of my life
i drop the blade, step back
scared of who stares back
in the corner of my life
i fall to the cold ground
i sit there still lifeless
in the corner of my life
the a light reaches me
my best friends with a helping hand
in the corner of my life
i reach up to them
they pull me to the mirror "stand there"
in the corner of my life
i stood there afraid
"this is the person we see when we look at you"
in the corner of my life.
"we see the new you, the sad new you"
"we know this is NOT the person we love"
in the corner of my life
a tear rolls down my cheek
i notice how much my friends love me
in the corner of my life
i hurt them so bad
i stood there lost in deep thought
in the corner of my life
What did you think
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this is amazing, keep on writing for sure
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great poem
good imagery too
it really lets you think about your friends
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Good
you have no idea how true that is for some people but not everyone has or excepts a hand from a friend -
really good
i cant explain how much this peom made me think about myself and how much sense you make and how much we have in common.
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awesome poem
lots of emotion
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