Slits of beauty across my skin
Another marking of my sin
Bubbles round and red arise
Problems? Those I deny.
Each breath I take is one to many
Soon I won't be breathing any
It's to late for me to be saved
Read my arms, this is engraved.
I am the artist, the carver, the winner.
I create beauty all the while growing thinner.
I am the writer in ever so much pain
I try to be strong, but I'm so ashamed.
Only ever wanted to be pretty,
Wanna be like the other girls in this city,
But the blood runs, it's much to late,
a beautiful life cut open by hate.
What did you think?
Comments
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WoW that was intense! Really good poem I like it and can relate.
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u r beautiful for God only made beautiful humans and things i hope u see that.
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Wow... This the flow of this write and the rhyme... Bittersweet emotions coming through in this write...
I really enjoyed it...
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