Blood stains and broken souls

by Maz   Mar 26, 2005


~ Blood stains and broken souls ~

I hide myself from the world,
And fake a smile so sweet,
Lost among life’s tragedies,
Now corrupted by deceit.

Each night I dream of my past,
A place that haunts me still,
Filled with pain and anger,
In my past my soul was killed.

So now a freak without a soul,
Humanity sorely lost,
With every scar that I create,
My trust bares as the cost.

I hide among the shadows,
To afraid to live this life,
My inner self returns,
When I reach for the faithful knife.

Another cut, another scar,
One more makes no change,
My body is still my enemy,
And my mind's still playing games.

So weak, I lay, blood stained,
A victim once again,
Of the past that still controls me,
And urge for physical pain.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Natalie84

    WHOA!!! A very strong and emotional poem! Though I don't fully understand one cutting themselves and truthfully never will, this was a very GOOD poem!!! very nice write~! 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    once again, you've shattered my viewpoint on other poems. this is truly an ingenious work of impeccable proportions, and you deserve fully recognized credentials and rewarding praise for its' message. The imagery is especially detailed and paints a picture not worth a thousand words, but worth a thousand more pictures, each worth their own thousand words. No flaws except in vocabulary can be found, and that even is unnecessary to mention, since the meaning was easily derived regardless of the spelling. I seriously think your poems are a mark of expert craft*woman*ship and should be considered completely unmatched by someone with lowly skills such as mine. I can only hope to be able to one day compare myself to you, in a poetic sense of course. Thank you in all aspects of appreciation, I highly value the prospect of maintaing a semi-constant relationship with your abilities through this site. please do not ever refrain yourself, and spread your wings, not all are opposed to hearing you speak your mind. thank you again.

  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    And I like the poem, the ending was a lil weaker than I expected but the beginning and middle was wonderful, it's amazing what the eyes can hide when so many are blinded by a smile! Stay strong sweetheart...and oh yeah, the title was Amazing, kinda lures you in =)

    Love Heather

  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    Maz,

    Thank you for the comment, I was in no way offended by it but I wanted to clear up something if that is okay? You are wrong about society not looking down upon alcoholics and drug abusers because of the fact we have AA meetings and drug rehab? Self harm is another escape. I wrote the poem in inspiration, I, too, was a cutter until December of 04 but I found other ways so this goes to prove it's not impossible for anyone to stop...My poem reflects off the fact that "cutters" want to blame the world for their fall when, really, you make the choice of who you become and what you do hence "the real problem is in you" ....I do not set a stereotype for someone who engages in self-mutilation, instead, I believe they can pull out of it when they stop being so naive....I used to help trouble youths, I know nothing is impossible but first the chance to succeed must rely in you! I pray you the best Maz, stay in touch!

    With love
    Heather

  • 19 years ago

    by GoodMorning

    i liked this one a lot, has a lot of emotion......thanks for your comment, i really appreciate it.......keep up the great work =)......laterzzz

    -brittnay- ((5/5))

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