Motion

by wings.in.flight.   Jul 21, 2004


I cant do this,
its more depressing.
I want to give everything a miss,
but all i can do is watch.
The silver,
the metal.
The blade,
It runs across my wrist,
slowly.
And,
and i pray to God for the courage to go deeper,
to press harder.
The tiles turn red,
the water turns red.
And the life slowly drowns,
but no one notices.
Because,
this is just the motions.
It happens everytime,
everyday.
This is just me...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    Nice write. I didn't think the ending really fit aswell as the rest of the lines did - but apart from that this was very good.

  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea

    hmm its a sad poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by f0rSaKeN AngeL

    Wow. I can really relate to that because I used to do it to but not anymore. Keep up the good work :)

  • 19 years ago

    by Shadowed_Thoughts

    great poem

  • 20 years ago

    by loosing grip

    i no exactly wat u r talkin bout, i do it 2, and once u go deep the first time theres no way of it bein any other way...i write bout that a lot... keep ur head up!!!

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