My Arms Are Sore

by Jenna Bella Oldridge   Dec 26, 2011


Open wounds
My arms are sore
Bite my lip
Been here before

Bleeding out
Deep depression
closed fist
Full of agression

White knuckles
Nauseated belly
Sore throat
Legs like jelly

In a state
Feeling hopeless
Suicidal
Cannot focus

Alcohol
Coke and rum
Downing it
Until I'm numb

No sleep
Out of control
Worthless
Right down to my soul

Why am I here?
Whats the point?
All I do is
Disappoint

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  • 12 years ago

    by radio host

    I would love for you to read your poem on my radio show by phone. If interested email me, thanks !

  • 12 years ago

    by average thoughts

    Dnt knw abt othrs,bt i js lvd it..i mean frm flow to emotions..js prfct

  • 12 years ago

    by AngelDust

    I like this. It's different and describes depression right down to the point. I like your wording and the simplicity of it all. Love it.

    Dani
    xox

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    One has to have faith in himself. Maybe all the circumstances occurring can drive him desperate... but... I believe there comes a time when you'd overcome yourself. I love the deepness in here.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    This poemis very sad but there is also such darkness in this poem it could have been put in that category.

    The poem itself is well written and the first and last stanza are really strong.

    I always love your writings!

    I do hope that you are ok xoxoxo