I laugh, I joke, I put on an act
So family and friends don't know the facts.
The need to cut, the need to hurt,
The reason why i'm only ever seen in long shirts.
The linear episodes displayed on each arm,
The only way I can remain calm.
Every scratch, every cut and burn,
Represents something to learn.
Until my hands are shaking, arms are red,
Crimson tears streaming onto my bed.
I will beat this, I will win,
I will no longer have to hide where my heart has been.
The feelings will be dealt with, the scars will fade,
My past will no longer be on display.
It's time to open up and let people in,
My walls must come down for me to win.
What did you think
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This is a strong piece. It is not easy to bare your soul. You have done it well here.
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I love you honesty. Good Job.
I find showing my poetry is like exposing myself and am often weary in showing it to others, so I have to congratulate you in your bravery.
The need to cut, the need to hurt, <---- Intense
I will beat this, I will win,
I will no longer have to hide where my heart has been. <----- Good rhyme, and good concept, adding some hope within the poem, contrasting earlier stanzas.
Good Job, cannot complain about such pure honesty.
Louise.
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Thank you
Thank you for your feedback, much appreciated. I used to hide away from the truth and never express how i really felt, poetry has enabled me to release some of these feelings. Thanks again,
Em
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