It's cold and it's dark It's just what I need The feeling of freedom The feelings I bleed Tumbling tumbling Slowly falling Into the darkness the is calling It takes my breath, It shakes my soul All the while, keeping me whole The fells lungs I feel They are no longer real The darkness inside, that I had to hide Has come out to play, to end the day. Black and red Dancing inside my head Danger danger It is no stranger So let darkness come Let's the sweet, red pour From the slits in my wrists I am no more
Poem number two Pain Pain, That's all I feel The dark trembling pain that's all to real The bruises the bumps, they all seem like one Each fist raised each arm numb To fight no more, to escape the dread Of a drunken man, lying in bed The screaming, the yelling, the smell of smoke To watch it all break like a yoke Try and try, try as you may There is nothing to stop this diseray. To fight no more, to escape the dread Of a drunken man, lying in bed. The abuse, the torment, the haunting nights Never knowing when to take flight. I bid you ado I bid you good bye As I try and try to close my eyes To fight no more, to escape the dread Of a drunken man, lying in bed
Do you ever wonder what's inside a dark cloud Is it tears of rage, or just a frown? What brought on this sudden blast That flattens all in its path Much like a child, sitting in the cold No where to run, nothing to hold Wishing for the end, to come so sweetly And that it be done, ever so neatly. Taken that at which is not hers And tossing it back, without a word To close her eyes with a tremble oh so slight As the stormy day turns to a clear night She has said good bye, even of the know not That for her today is all she's got For tomorrow, alive she won't be For the pills she swallowed, so effortlessly She closes her eyes and lays down her sweet head And wishes, just wishes she knew what was ahead.
Thanks you ^.^ the are to reflect my inner self, the part of me I can't show outside so I express it through poems,
Thank you, I love writing, stories and poems, my parents don't know not does my English teacher, just the peeps on here
It feel so cold yet it burns like fire The salt and ice that I desire Drip drip drip drip The sound of the ice Melting at my fingertips The salt lay silent, burning deep and true Into my thigh, in a spot anew The darkness I feel, eases away As pain comes to take its place Some call me physco some call me crazy But the truth is, I'm just lazy To lazy to deal with the trouble Bout unwillingly into a rumble Beaten and broken, left all bruised Left abandoned, worn down, used. None understand, as they claim they do That my life is Just a pretty mistake A burden, a menace, somethjng so rude That no one would want me Just like a broken old shoe. So as I sit here With the salt and ice I desire I listen to the sound Drip drip drip of ice melting at my finger tips And to the quietness Of salt burning like fire Into the soul of my deepest desires.
I really love your poems, and I have been there too... But are you okay?? It sounds like you are going through a tough time :/
Spinning Spinning Never ending Slowly fading Deep and dark Down crawl the marks Red slowly over powering white Struggling to breathe Struggling to be free The power ing side of me Spinning Spinning Never ending Slowly Fading Deep and dark Down crawl the marks It's to late to be saved To late, to late these days