My friend The blade, The Prison my mind.( its a good poem)

by Likke.a.demon!   Jul 3, 2005


Part One

I couldn't get out of this prison I called my mind,
my thoughts were the bars I was trapped behind,
I tried to get out I tried to run away,
But i thought i would be spending my life in here everyday,
I found a friend that let me escape for awhile,
underneath the blood laid a smile,
I could just cut the door of this
prison open, and let all the stress run through,
but little did I know by doing this, my stress grew,
I'd have to hide below this prison bed,
while soaked through my sleeves was bright red,
I was scarred from the pain,
attached to my friend is how i would remain,
When this prison got scary and sad,
I could just call its name,
to me it was the only thing I had.

Part two

I was in the prison sadly alone,
somehow my sadness had slowly shown,
Outside stood my savior I thought I'd never see,
I knew he could actually help me,
I tossed my friend aside and climbed out the prison bars,
that's when i forgot about those painful scars,
He talked to me sweetly and kind,
I forgot about all my sorrows, I left it all behind,
but it helped me realize that i was blind,
Before I was weak and all I did was cry,
With him, In the beginning i was shy,
And I grew to know him, and saw what a loving person he was,
he's wonderful, he has no flaws,
I later realized, I was in love with him.
It's funny How I was stuck in a prison, and depressed,
And because of one person, now I'm at my best.

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