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I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was pulled from my eyes by gravity.
By this invisible force that makes me
Oh, so, miserable.
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was pulled from my eyes by gravity.
By this invisible force that makes me
Oh, so, miserable.
Literature
Tired.
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
Literature
Acceptance.
Friends all stand in front of me...
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance
Literature
I Hate That I Love You
I hate that you're my every thought
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
Is excruciating
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Every moment
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
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"And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?" - Rise Against, Make it Stop (September's Children)
I don't really know where I was going. I just I hurt and needed some sort of way of getting it out of my system, even if it's in a shit, half-hearted attempt at a poem.... Ah hell...
EDIT: Thank you SO much, for the overwhelming response I got. I do read every single comment, I really do, because it means so much to me. I am so greatful for all of your support. Thank you for every single fave and comment. It's brought tears to my eyes and a big smile to my face, a smile I haven't had in a very long time: a genuine smile of happiness. Thank you, thanky you, thank you!
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?" - Rise Against, Make it Stop (September's Children)
I don't really know where I was going. I just I hurt and needed some sort of way of getting it out of my system, even if it's in a shit, half-hearted attempt at a poem.... Ah hell...
EDIT: Thank you SO much, for the overwhelming response I got. I do read every single comment, I really do, because it means so much to me. I am so greatful for all of your support. Thank you for every single fave and comment. It's brought tears to my eyes and a big smile to my face, a smile I haven't had in a very long time: a genuine smile of happiness. Thank you, thanky you, thank you!
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I haven't been on dAin awhile. i came to look at poetry. i looked through a lot. Most--not very good. Then, I got to this one. This is very good. It speaks honestly. Keep writing!