Pick Up The Pieces.

by christina marie   Apr 28, 2006


When I lose myself,
Dazed in this dream.
When things mess up,
And are unreal as they seem.

When I break down,
And cry on my knees.
When I am begging God,
To grant my death pleas.

When I am shattered,
And broken to bits.
And when my wrists are clouded,
With all these red slits.

When I am broken,
Down to my core.
And when I am bleeding,
All over the floor.

When I am lonely,
And kept to myself.
When I am jealous,
Wishing I was someone else.

When I have ripped and tattered,
Like an old paper with creases.
Be my escape...
And pick up my pieces...

(C) Chistina Hurley.
04-27-2006

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  • 18 years ago

    by GoodMorning

    I love this poem. and can COMPLETELY relate.

    E>

    amazing job. i love you. talk to me when you need to, deary.

  • 18 years ago

    by donk2ymouth

    "When I have folded,
    Like paper with creases.
    Be my escape...
    && pick up my pieces..."

    I don't think folded paper is ripped really.

    Sorry!

  • 18 years ago

    by donk2ymouth

    I like this poem, but when I'm reading it because of the double and symbols I actually say and and, I think it removes from the flow a bit, and I don't really see the point. Great poem though, keep up the good work. It's awesome.

  • 18 years ago

    by The Poetic Child

    Great Poem
    Not good topic
    Nope its a bad topic
    No poems should be about u dien
    but it was greatly written
    5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Carrie

    This is a really good poem.. great write 5/5 I loved it

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