On My Own

by xEmmax   Jan 20, 2006


Insecurities raging
As burning tears fall,
Growing tired of waking up
And trying to handle it all.

A face with ugly scabs
From hours of picking the skin,
And wrists smudged with scars
From my addictive little sin.

Selfish thoughts of letting go
Preoccupy the brain,
Too afraid to ask for help
As I struggle to deal with the pain.

Torn with indecision
By each direction I'm thrown,
Its gone too far, I'm terrified
I can't stop this on my own.

(not a very good poem, just needed to write. pls vote/comment, i will return the favour)

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  • 18 years ago

    by Nearly but not quite

    That was a great poem, and I know how you feel, if you need to talk then mail me. 5/5
    Luv Helen xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by my_little_secret

    Actually, on rereading your poem, this one, I can't help but feela little hurt. I don't mean for you to feel bad or anything, but if I or stacey wrote a poem like this, you would feel hurt as well.

  • 18 years ago

    by my_little_secret

    Just a quick one; you said in my poem about nat about him living with the guilt. I hav to say i dont care, tho. If it had been a normal accident, he had stayed at the scene and helped, then fine, we could hav got over it. He ran away tho, emma, he left them both there. It was a conscious decision and that sickens me. Yes, accidents happen, but only a cruel, depraved person could leave two young girls dying on their own in the dark. So, I have to say I disagree with you.

  • 18 years ago

    by Stabbylou

    It is good, is really good, awesome in fact xxxxxx woowoowoo sainsbuys

  • 18 years ago

    by Brook

    Its very good! i love all of your poetry..they all flow so well

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