heya ppl, i dont no wat 2 put here, really. i was depressed, and started cutting myself as a way to release some of the stress, but i was hiding it from my friends quite well. i am a good liar in life, i have to be to hide some of the things i do to myself, and what others have done to me. in my poetry i think i face up to my feelings more, and i feel that i can survive life better once things are down on paper. doing stuff like this has really helped me 2 cope with things, so i wanna say thanks 2 evry1 on here who has listened 2 my ramblings, and commented on my poems! k, wel, gonna stop blabbing on now...so...yeh. |
I'm not sure how to tell them
their darling daughters dead...
Yes I'm all messed up
and I'm reaching for the blade...
You don't know her secret pain
she tried to take her life again...
I feel that i deserve this
that with each and every cut...
Standing. On the top of the bridge
Murky waters below...
It's slowly killing me
I'm a messy ghost...
As the drum plays its heavy beat
as the music pounds...
So how does this work out?
I'm sat here all alone...
Sh little baby
Don't say a word...
I'm just writing
for writings sake...
Every time someone breaks my heart and i try to glue it together the joints get a little weaker... until one day i piece my heart together and it falls apart straight away... |
Walked in day |
I look at the stars |