Crimson trails upon my skin.
showing the pain i've held within.
Undercover acts of hate
inscribed upon an ivory slate.
Songs of agony heard aloud
cowering away from the crowd.
Hidden beneath a web of lies
caught like the ill- fated flies.
crimson sorrow drips down my arm
I really didn't mean any harm.
All all I wanted was to end the pain
not for all my blood to drain.
I lie alone in this hospital room
and fear that i'm leaving life too soon.
But I realised my mistakes a little too late
dead and alone my dreadful fate.
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Comments
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A very common story, but you have captured it very well.
All I will say is; try to break some of the cliches,
and that will make you an *amazing* poet.
But this is pretty good.
Best of luck,
Zach Estel. -
that is how it goes, cut, pain, release, oops, death. your poem perfectly captures the dark emotions that lead to self harm, the sense of isolation "cowering away from the crowd." and despair "Hidden beneath a web of lies
caught like the ill- fated flies"
unfortunately, the pain doesn't end with death, it just transfers to those that you love and loved you.....
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nice poem
this is a cool one & I like how it flows,I know how it feels when you want 2 end the pain,a good write.
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